Touch you everywhere and have you in every way.
Heartbreaker
Would you like that? Would you like me to dirty you?
I squeezed my thighs together. What was he doing? Did he think I could handle this? The way he was giving me whiplash? Pulling me close in one sentence then pushing me away with the next?
But I understood it because I felt the conflict, too.
I should end this. Tell him good night.
Instead, I let go of a haggard breath as I gave him the truth.
Me
Yes. I want you to ruin me.
Heartbreaker
Believe me, baby, you are the one who’s ruining me. My life was supposed to be ridden out in solitude, and I’m the fool imagining what it would be like if I got to keep you.
Heartbreaker
Own you.
Heartbreaker
Possess you.
My mouth went dry, and I started to tap out what was likely going to be a needy plea when another text blipped through.
Heartbreaker
But what I can give you? My protection. My life. It’s yours, Daisy, even if I can never fully belong to you.
THIRTY-THREE
CASH
SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD
“You’re mean,”Daisy whispered, gazing up at him from under her lashes where they stood at the base of their tree.
Rays of morning light speared through the leaves and lit up her face.
Cash’s arm was looped around her waist and the two of them were swaying.
Softly and perfectly in sync.
Though he was barely making contact with her. That fact alone was excruciatingly painful.
“The wait’s gonna be worth it.” He had to believe it.
It’d been exactly one week since she touched herself in his room. One week since the dynamic between them had completely shifted.
The next morning, he’d shown up at her house and asked her on a proper date.
One they would be taking after the game tonight.
