A sound from the bathroom!

‘Hey! Could you come in here a second?’

You sit up instantly. Daisy’s voice is floating out of the bathroom, clear and distinct.

It’s the work of a moment to switch off the TV program you haven’t been watching. Tentatively, you make your way towards the bathroom, unsure whether Daisy wants you to actually go in or just come to the door.

‘Don’t worry, the bubbles are keeping me decent!’

…That settles that, then.

Willing yourself to stay cool and collected, you step inside. Daisy’s cradled in the huge white tub, bare knees sticking out of the water – the bubbles are covering everything else, sadly. You’ve never seen so much sparkling foam in all your life.

‘Sorry. I just got bored… and I figured, there’s a flatscreen in here.’ Daisy smiles, her cheek dimpling in that irresistible way. ‘Wanna watch TV with me? It’s so warm and cozy in here that I think I might not get out till next Christmas.’

‘Sure,’ you hear yourself saying in a normal tone of voice, ‘sounds good.’ Daisy nods over at a wicker chair in the corner.

‘Great, pull up a seat! I think the remote’s in that drawer. Dibs I pick first.’

‘Hey, you paid the deposit.’ You shake your head, just happy to be here. ‘I’ll watch whatever.’

‘Good.’ Daisy reaches for a towel to dry her hand, and you try not to notice the way the tops of her breasts rise slightly out of the water. ‘Okay. You’re going to hate me for this one, I’m sorry.’

You glance over at her. ‘Oh, yeah?’

‘Yeah.’ Daisy’s already flicking through the selection of movies. ‘I know it’s an actual Christmas movie, and I know we both hate the holiday season, but… don’t judge me too harshly, okay? It’s the one movie that makes me tear up every single year.’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll pretend it’s condensation.’

‘Thanks.’ Daisy laughs. ‘Sorry, seriously… I just love it, okay? I mean, if you really hate it we can stop.’

You squint up at the screen. ‘Love Actually? To be honest, I’ve never even seen it.’

Daisy’s head jerks around, showering you with droplets. ‘You haven’t seen it? How?’ She looks genuinely skeptical. ‘It’s on every single Christmas!’

‘I’m basically Scrooge, remember?’

‘How could I forget?’ Daisy’s already pressing play. ‘All right, I really hope you like it. No pressure or anything. Okay, okay, it’s starting!’