I chuckle silently. “Believe it or not, I journal.”
“Really? Like your thoughts and feelings?”
She’s such a brat.
“Yes, my thoughts and feelings.”
“You have those?”
This woman is such a pain in my ass. I get she’s trying to keep things light, but I’m not amused.
“You know damn well I do. I’ve made my thoughts and feelings rather clear.”
I know my words have hit their intended mark, because she remains quiet.
Daisy McKinnon is never quiet.
Not wanting to keep anything from her, I continue to share my thoughts and feelings, hoping one day it will rub off on her. “I know you were away at school, but I’m sure you heard about the shooting I was in your senior year of college. I lost two friends that day. I also shot and killed the assailant.”
She places a gentle kiss on my temple.
“Well, the chief insisted we all see someone while we were on admin leave. My two required visits turned into several years of therapy.”
“I had no idea.”
“It’s not exactly Sunday dinner conversation.”
She reaches over to brush her fingers over the scruff on my cheek. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
God, I love this woman with my whole heart.
“I do. But back then, you and I weren’t as close as we are now, and I wasn’t as good at sharing my issues with those around me. Hence, the journal.”
“Does it help?”
“Sometimes.”
“Did it help tonight?”
Keeping my voice calm, I tell her the truth. “Not even close. There’s no amount of writing that will ease what almost losing you did to me. It can’t take away the rage burning inside me to find and kill the asshole who did this to you.”
“I’m sorry you had to add a journal entry because of the chaos I’ve brought into your life.”
“Baby, I’ve been writing about you and the chaos you’ve brought to my heart for years.”
She gasps. “You have?”
“It’s not like I can talk to Cal about what’s gone on between us.”
“Hopefully, there’s been a happy entry here and there?”
“I wrote about our first time together and have written about every stolen moment since.”
Kicking her pillows off the bed, she clumsily maneuvers herself until she’s straddling me. “Is that so?”
“Daisy, you need rest.”
Grinding her pussy against my needy cock, which has a mind of its own, she leans forward, pressing her tits against me, purring in my ear. “I think we should make another memory for you to commemorate in your journal.”
