Daddy, don't flirt

--Wendy

In a warm and quiet room, there’s a girl sitting by a desk and sleeping with her head on it. From time to time, she groans as she’s having nightmares.

“Bang!”

When the clock strikes twelve, she flips her body and falls down onto the ground.

“Ouch…” Wendy gets hurt and wakes up. When she tries to think of her nightmares, only to find…

Nothing.

She struggles to stand up. She lets it go as she’s not obsessed with her dreams. After patting away the dirt on her clothes, she sits back on her chair and writes the last sentence on a piece of note-paper full of words.

“He’s the secret buried the deepest in my heart.” Jamie lets loose her soft smile as she looks at the beautiful writing of the words on the paper, toying with the pen n her hand, a touch of happiness dancing in her eyes.

Every time she thinks of the knife-scar he has for protecting her, Wendy feels her wounds on her shoulder is less painful.

But she loves him secretly. She is afraid to speak out her feelings as he never gives her any hints.

Wendy sighs and puts down her pen. She props her chin against his hand, lost in melancholy, after she jams the rolled note-paper into a glass jar.

Suddenly, there’s a loud bang from the French sash in her room. She is startled and hastily turns around to find Eddie breaking into her room.

“Damn it!” Wendy is shocked and instinctively locks her door up. She shoots Eddie with a glare. “You’re such a stuntman for Spider-Man.”

puts on his smug face and nods. “You should feel honored

takes you so long? I’ve been waiting for you like an age. Plus, you don’t bring me any gift.

satisfied with Eddie, she doesn’t kick him out of

mess. In their first chance encounter, she tripped over and pulled down Eddie’s pants. Then Eddie chased her down across several blocks. In the second one, she battered him away as she thought he came to retaliate. In the third

Wendy has been accustomed to seeing Eddie enter her room through the

for a month since the accident. He left her alone in hospital for

Son of a bitch.

available.” Eddie’s eyes are dodging and he hides the truth. He takes out a gift box from

Wendy doesn’t notice the fleeting sorrow in Eddie’s eyes and

it up after

delicate cartoon figure of mini Wendy. Both the facial expression and

asks with surprise, her eyes glittering with joy. It

stares at Wendy’s pretty face. The pain in his fingers is eased

Do

she feels her heart is touched and something ripples out of

you, little Eddie.” A bright smile fills her face, her eyes narrowing

he pinches her cheek hard as word bites

the heck are you doing? Don’t you like ‘little Eddie?” I call you

hears “intimate”, which gets him flush

cold at the thoughts

thinks that he and Wendy are meant to be together. He can never imagine that Wendy actually loves