Her eyes fluttered closed and her imagination provided a vivid scene of Elliot, his hand wrapped around the cock she’d only felt through the thick denim of his jeans, but Daisy’s brain was happy to fill in the details. His eyes squeezed shut, his cheeks flushed red, hair flopped over his forehead. Maybe his teeth dug into his bottom lip. Maybe he groaned her name.
Maybe—
Daisy forced her eyes open.
Stop that.
Ugh, and now she was warm for an entirely different reason.
How many times could she touch herself to thoughts of Elliot before she was just a pervert? She’d probably already hit her max.
She reached for her great-aunt’s diary, instead, hoping for a distraction.
October 10, 1925
Nate kissed me between my thighs, and please don’t judge, but I almost agreed to marriage, then and there. I never knew it could be like this.
Oh, damn Aunt D, not helping! Daisy nearly threw the book again but decided to forge on.
October 22, 1925
Nate says his parents want to meet me. He wants to introduce me as his fiancée. He’s growing impatient. I don’t know if I can do it. I feel paralyzed, afraid. I want to believe Nate is forever, but I thought that before and look how it turned out.
October 23, 1925
I’ve ruined everything.
Daisy groaned. ‘What did you do?’ she said out loud. The only response was a rumble of thunder. The wind blew her curtains in. Maybe it was going to storm after all.
We got into an argument. A fight. Our first. And probably our last. Nate said he wants a wife, and I said I wasn’t sure I could be that for him. I said I was afraid. I confessed he wasn’t the first man I’ve loved. It hurt him when I said it, I know that. He said he’d find someone who would marry him. Someone who really loved him. It was like he ripped my heart out.
He kissed me, then, tears on our faces. He begged me to change my mind.
But how can I ever forget how quickly he said he would find someone else?
How can I trust he’s mine?
It was a good thing Daisy didn’t have neighbors, because the way she shrieked in frustration would have surely raised some alarms. She flipped to the next page; she was nearly done with the little book. The next entry had skipped all the way to the following year.
Angry with the lack of information, Daisy kept reading.
The rain started to pour.
January 8, 1926
Nate is engaged.
Not to me, of course.
I want to wish them well, but… I don’t.
Damn it, Nathan!
February 21, 1926
According to the town gossip, Nate married his lovely bride today at the town hall. John had the audacity to provide the bouquet.
I spent the day sick in my room.
