“We are just friends, not like Jeremy and you.”
Her cheeks turned pink, and I loved seeing her healing. “It's scary, but also the thought of going out with him makes me feel giddy.”
“I love that for you,” I nodded, and reaching over the table, I squeezed her hand. “You deserve to find a guy who can see how awesome you are and who treats you well.”
“We accept the love we think we deserve,” she muttered sadly, and none of the things her therapist ever said hit me as hard as that one did. My throat closed up, and suddenly my eyes burned with unshed tears. “I know my worth now.”
“I'm glad,” I whispered, feeling emotional.
It was Daisy's turn to squeeze my hand, and she rounded our table to sit next to me and hug me. “You need to let yourself be loved.”
“I don't tank my dates on purpose,” I muttered, frustrated.
Daisy arched her brow. “John never asked for a second date after you spent the whole date talking about ballet and what it did to your toenails.”
“He asked.”
“Dave was actually cute, but you took him to a soccer party and proceeded to stare at Dex.”
“I did no such thing; he was boring, and my eyes were lingering.”
“What was his name? The hookup guy? Well, he was a jerk, but that's just further proof that you could have gotten rid of your V-card if that was your main mission.”
I rolled my eyes. “It isn't.”
“And dick video guy, you were stringing him along for what felt like a week of chatting before you agreed to meet, and of course, he wanted to show you how excited he was.”
“So, we are justifying unsolicited dick videos now. Wow.” I stared at her.
“What I'm trying to say is... maybe you should act on your crush instead of trying to find a guy who would compete with Derek. You spent the whole last year crushing on him. Maybe test the waters. I think he likes you.”
“He is teaching me how to find a boyfriend. He could have volunteered to be one instead!”
Daisy chuckled. “Yeah, but he is moody and broken now. Ivy told me you're the only thing that made him smile through his recovery. I think you guys would be a great match.”
I groaned. “I'm his teammate's little sister; he doesn't see me like that.”
“And what if he does?” she challenged me.
I opened my mouth to argue when my phone pinged. We both glanced down at the lit-up screen, and my heart did a little happy dance when I read the notification.
Derek added a songtitledRisk It All.
My fingers itched to reach for it and listen to it, but with Daisy staring at me with Hawke eyes, I resisted the urge. Instead, I glanced at my very satisfied and grinning roommate.
“I rest my case.”
I rolled my eyes and flipped my phone down. “I just love music.”
Daisy hummed in agreement. “Me too.”
“You love Taylor Swift.”
“She does various genres of music, so you can't say I'm not diverse,” she chuckled, making me laugh.
Daisy blasted Taylor Swift all day through our room, but I couldn't tell that I minded. I loved it, actually, and I definitely looked up some acoustic covers of her songs because her lyrics were to die for. I haven't shared any with Dex yet, but I plan to add a couple just to test the waters.
“I'm going to the bathroom,” Daisy stood, throwing me a knowing look. “Listen to the song yourfriendsent you. I know you're dying to.”
