Again.
Because fuck my life if I don’t regret whatever it was that broke us up.And whatever I don’t know or don’t understand, I no longer care because I just want Daisy back.
I want her to be mine.
Again.
When the Uber pulls up, I thank the guys before walking over to the girls.“Come on, Daze,” I say.“Our Uber’s here.”
“We’re leaving?”she asks, an adorably confused expression on her face, her long brown hair pulled into a messy knot on the top of her head, a bunch of loose strands hanging from it.
“Yeah,” I say, laughing.“I told you five minutes ago, remember?These lovebirds all wanna go to bed, and you are drunk.”
She pouts at this, crossing her arms over her chest.“I’m not that drunk, and you guys are no fun.”
Chuckling, I thank the others before grabbing Daisy’s hand and leading her out to the street.She is drunk, and that’s the only reason I can get away with any of this.
“You’re kinda drunk,” I say, letting go of her hand only for Daisy to fling herself against me, her arms wrapping around my waist and sending my heart into a free fall inside my chest.
It’s not like we haven’t been this close since we broke up.I mean, we’ve hugged and shit because we’re sort of still friends, but somehow in this moment, this feels different.
“I’m not,” she says again.
“Okay, you’re not,” I reply, slinging my arm around her shoulders because this feels nice, and that asshole isn’t here, and also, I really want to hold her again.
But five minutes later, we’re in the back of the Uber, and Daisy is fast asleep beside me, her head on my shoulder and soft snores falling from her mouth.When the car pulls up to the house she shares with her mom, I ease her up, trying to wake her so I can get her inside.
“Daze, come on, you’re home,” I say quietly.
“Hmmm,” she says, her eyes still closed as she feels around the back seat for her purse, one of her hands landing on my thigh and sending a jolt of electricity straight to my dick.“Find my keys.”
I glance down at the empty back seat, turning on the flashlight on my phone to check.As I do, though, I notice the text from Alana.
Alana: Hey, D left her purse here.We can wait up if you wanna come back?
“Shit,” I mutter, noticing the text was sent ten minutes ago.
Me: Thanks, but it’s ok, I’ll just let her crash at mine and send her over tomorrow.
I slide my phone into my pocket, not needing to see whatever reply Alana is going to send back.She’s asked me a million times why Daisy and I don’t just get back together now that I’m back, but I don’t have an answer for her.
Because the truth is, I have no idea if Daisy wants to get back together, especially with that asshole on the scene.When I left for the mainland, it was never permanent, and I thought Daze knew that.But I left, and things went to shit with us, and then I came back, and everything went to shit.
Big time.
“What are we doing?”the driver asks, interrupting my internal debate.
“Let’s just keep going, next stop,” I tell him.
He nods and pulls away from the curb, Daisy already fast asleep again beside me.
At the house I share with my brother, I silently plead that Kai is not home, or at the very least, in such a deep sleep that he doesn’t wake up to see this.
Kai is in the same camp as Alana, wondering why the fuck Daisy and I don’t just get back together now that I’m home.Actually, Owen’s there as well, and probably Nate if he and I ever bothered to discuss it.Even Sloane, Flynn and Sage, the three people who didn’t see me and Daisy grow up doing everything together, wonder about us.
The only person who doesn’t seem to wonder is Daisy.
After I thank the driver, I walk around to the other side of the car, my keys already in my hand.I scoop Daisy into my arms, her body limp and her soft snores telling me there isn’t a chance she’s waking up.Daisy sleeps like she’s in a coma, and with a few drinks in her, it’s more like she’s dead.I can remember countless mornings waking up beside her and spending a good five minutes trying to get her to wake up so we could go surfing.
