DECEMBER 12

Daria braided her red hair in pigtails. My eyebrows raised and I asked, "Are you serious?"

"What?" she asked overly innocently.

I reached out with both hands and gave her braids a gentle tug. "Pigtails? As if you weren't dangerously cute already."

She grinned. "You like?"

I practically growled, "My favorite is when your hair is in a thick plait down your back, but this could be fun." I pulled on the pigtails to bring her face to mine for a kiss.

"They're pigtails, not handlebars," she teased.

"We'll see about that." I let go of her so I could push my sweatpants and panties down my legs...