“Yes.” I reach out and take her hand. “Yes. I want you in my bed.”
Her relief is obvious in the breath she just released. “Okay.”
Scooting over, I pull the blanket and sheet back to make room for her. As soon as she’s next to me, I drop the blankets over us, wrap my arm around her, and pull her close. Kissing her softly, I whisper, “I think I’ll always want you in my bed, Daisy.”
“Yeah?” I hear her sniffle.
“You crying, honey?”
“Maybe.”
“Why?”
“Because… I didn’t mean to hurt you earlier. I just don’t know what I’m doing with my life. It doesn’t mean I don’t want you in it. It just means I’m not sure I’m ready to live with you.”
“You’re living with me now.”
“No, I’mstayingwith you. That’s different.”
Semantics. “I guess.”
Daisy snuggles up next to me, close enough for me to smell her hair. She used my shampoo. I like it.
“Thank you for not criticizing my car.”
“No problem.”
“And for not asking me how much I paid for it.”
“Uh-huh.” I still want to know.
“It was three hundred bucks.”
“Oh.” I release a gust of air out of relief. “Thank fuck.”
She slaps my chest and giggles. “Jerk.”
Before I say a word, I rehearse it in my head. “Next time, if you’d like me to, I’ll car shop with you.”
“If I’d like?”
“Only if you’d like. I know a little about cars.”
“So do I.” She giggles. “No I don’t. But if it lasts me six months, I’ll be ahead.”
“I know a good mechanic….”
“No, Gage.”
“Fine.” And it is fine. But I hope she knows she can count on me if she stalls on the side of the road.
Her lips touch mine, and I sink into it. Her lips are so soft. They fit mine perfectly.
Everything about Daisy fits perfectly against me.
Chapter Thirty-One
Daisy
