"Okay." I told Daz, we were back in a hotel room, I'd just finished getting ready for bed, "if I'm going to stay with you I'm going to need some answers." He sat up, his eyebrows raised.
"I told you I wouldn't corrupt you." He reminded me.
"Then be clever with your answers." I challenged. He silently deliberated for a second then said,
"Good. Question one, are you looking for Desmond?"
"Yes." This didn't surprise me.
"Question two, how many other girls have you hooked?"
"Answer the question" I instructed, "I can take it."
"In my three years, I've had 4 girls. Your the fith." I was actually surprised, in I thought the number might be bigger, maybe I needed to think better of Daz.
"Question three, who is Simon?"
"A complete jerk."
"That's not a good answer." I moaned.
"You told me to be clever with my answers." He argued, moving to sit beside me, "next question." He breathed down my neck.
"Question four, do you deliberately drive my heart crazy, or is it just a coincidence?"
"What do you think?" He whispered in my ear, I fell back on the bed as he kissed my neck.
"I think your making my heart as crazy as your mind..." I replied.
"And?" He pursued.
"And you've changed my world for the better..." I continued.
"And?" He kept on pressing.
"And I've changed your's." I finished.
"Good answer, maybe you should take the hot-seat." He flirted.
"I leave that for the hot guy to sit in." I flirted back. He chuckled, then sat up and went to shower. I got settled under the covers, this felt so good. Perfect even. I was back a hotel room with him, back in the midst of our song, back where I belonged. And now I knew more about my situation, we were going to Manchester to find Desmond, Daz's runaway sibling. And after that... who know's. No-one knows, that's what makes it so exiting.