Finally, I sighed, and said, “Why don’t you just go to sleep, and maybe when you wake up this will all just be a bad dream.” And then I pushed her head back down and in, and let her go to sleep again.
While she was sleeping, I snuck into her room and tugged her back out, laying her out in her bed without waking her up. It seemed like the easiest way out of what I was rapidly determining to be an untenable situation. Probably best to let her think it was all just a dream, and be more careful about letting her see me use my cleavage space in the future.
When we came down to breakfast the next day, she looked at me oddly—but I pretended nothing had happened. It seemed like I’d gotten away with it.
Only, over the days that followed, I noticed Daisy was being a lot more…deferential to me than usual—and when I asked her to do something, she did it without argument. It was as if her subconscious mind still knew she belonged to me.
And now I was torn between playing with this and keeping our friendship intact.