Daria and Trent sat in the latter's room on the bed, Daria sitting cross legged in Trent's lap. Trent wraps his arms around Daria's waist and presses his face into the crook of her neck.
"What are you doing?" Daria turned her head a bit towards Trent.
"Your hair is soft." Trent's voice was slightly muffled.
Daria blushed and turned away. Trent could tell she was embarrassed and chuckled, placing a kiss on her neck. Daria squeaked in surprise as Trent but down lightly and kissed her again.
"I love you." Trent whispered in Daria's ear.
"Idiot... I love you too."