“Hell yeah, itwas. Why do you think I got donuts? I eat when I’m pining over a girl.”
I ran my fingersover his six-pack. “Yeah, feels like it.”
“You’re thefirst,” he divulged. “Girl I’ve pined over, to be clear.”
I smirked. “Youwere pining over me?”
He slid a handto either side of me, gripping the island and pinning me against it. “Well, notyet, but I knew I was going to if I was forced to fly to Raleigh without you.”
I let out adeep, dramatic sigh. “Well,Iwould have been inconsolable.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely.” Ilicked my lips. “Hypothetically, how would you have felt if a petite blondewould have hacked your flight information and perhaps showed up on your flight,maybe even sat next to you on your plane?”
He grinned.
“Hypothetically,”I repeated.
“Before or afterI filed the hypothetical restraining order?” he asked.
I gasped. “Youwouldn’t.”
He laughed.“Well,hypothetically,you wouldn’t have had to hack my flight details,because I would have given them to you.”
“And how wouldyou have felt if I came with you.”
He raised aneyebrow. “Would you really want to do that?”
“Yes. As long asyou wouldn’t feel as though I’m smother—”
Before I couldfinish my thought, his mouth covered mine and I gripped his shirt to stayupright. He lifted me onto the island, tugging me forward, so my pussy wasagainst his middle, and I looped my arms around his shoulders as I continued tokiss him.
It was he whobroke the connection, dropping his forehead to mine as we both fought to catchour breath. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Iagreed. “Why’d you stop?”
“Because if Ididn’t, I was gonna fuck you on your kitchen floor.”
I shivered. “I’mokay with that.”
He smiled.“We’re gonna take this slow, Daisy.”
“Oh, yeah.” Iwrinkled my nose. “Did I make that rule or did you?”
He stroked mycheek. “We made it together.”
“Well, we’restupid.”
He laughed.“Yeah, maybe.”
I slid my handsup to his shoulders. “Help me down or fuck me, honey. I need to start thebacon.”
He kissed me onemore time before lifting me down, then I fired off a quick text to Gina, andstarted the bacon.
My phone buzzedjust as I poured my second cup of coffee. “It’s Gina.”
“Answer it,”Huck said.
