Daryl's POV

I can't believe I just crawled out of her window like a teenager. I don't know what I was thinking going in there and then kissing her again, but she feels so damn good. It's been a long time since I've been with a girl, hate to admit it. Always being on the run Merle finds these girls who are desperate for affection, and me I just ignore them and do what I need to survive. This girl though she's fucking different, she gets in my head. When I'm not around her I think about her, how pathetic is that?

I don't know how to describe the look she gave me when I came back with her brother. She looked at me like I wasn't just some screw up, like I was something more. I can't let these thoughts cloud my mind. Now tomorrow I'm going to be sitting in her kitchen eating thanksgiving dinner like we're a fucking family. I can't remember the last time I had a sit down dinner with anyone and that includes my parents. Mom died when I was young, her damn cigarettes burnt our home to the ground. Then my dad being the prick that he was drink'n and beat'n the shit outta me and Merle. Family dinner, what bullshit.

I get down to the basement and Merle is sitting there hands behind his head. He looks a lot older than he really is, my father attacked him too but he was rarely home. Merle spent most of his life in and out of juvie, leaving me home by myself for my father to abuse.

He looks up to me a smug look on his face. "Where you been?" he asks.

I sit down next to him on the couch and kick off my boots.

"Out," I grumble.

"Out, huh?"

Merle can see right through me, he knows somethings up, but he's not say'n shit.

"You comin to dinner tomorrow?" I ask.

He laughs.

"Hell no, I got some things to take care of," he says.

"You were invited," I tell him.

"You want me to sit down and have dinner with the Brady Bunch?" he asks.

I roll my eyes and then close them, I'm tired for once. I get up and walk over to the sleeping bag I placed in the corner. At least it's better than sleeping on the streets. I let Merle take the couch. He doesn't say anything else. I pull the sleeping bag over me and fluff the pillow at my head. I can hear Merle lightly snoring. I close my eyes and her damn face is on my mind. Her plump lips that she bites on when she's nervous. Ah damn! My eyes open and I doubt I'll be sleeping again tonight.

I wake to the smell of Turkey permeating the air. I sit up and look around, Merle's gone already. I stretch and take my time getting out of bed. I wasn't asked to do anything for Travis today, He's is really into thanksgiving and sports so for me at least I get a day to just relax. I hear the mixer going upstairs and the light movements on the floor above as she moves about the kitchen.

I stand up and fold up my sleeping bag and grab my clothes for a shower. Since she's in the kitchen I'm sure there's no way I'll run into her in the bathroom again. I think that was the day I nearly lost it, she stood there in front of me baring everything. Her body with those curves, and ... oh damn. I look down and as usual my thoughts go right to me head.

I walk upstairs using the inside stairway instead of walking around the house, and peek into the kitchen to make sure that she's there and not in the shower. Thank fucking god because I have to fix this or I won't be able to sit in the same room as her. I quickly head for the bathroom and lock the door and take my shower. This is going to be a long ass day.