Coy, even.
I don’t think she’s flirting on purpose. It’s happening without either of us forcing it, and ain’t that a fresh change of pace?
I’m not going to call this a challenge—but I am saying it’s refreshing not to have a girl drooling all over me for once. We’ve gotten to know each other.
I like her.
She’s funny and smart and makes me laugh.
Great tits.
Delicious pussy.
She’s right.I have to get my mind out of the gutter.
“Can I at least see you again, or do you hate me?” I pull a pouting face, hoping that helps my case.
Daisy cocks her head to one side, considering the question.
“Hate is a very strong word.”
Yeah, I know, which is why I used it.
“It would be nice if I knew I could trust you,” she goes on.
“I hear a ‘but’ comin’.”
“But.” Her shoulders shrug, moving up then down. “I’m not sure that I can. Trust you, that is. And that’s what worries me.”
“You can trust me.”
She hmphs, unpersuaded. With a neutral expression, Daisy isn’t giving me an inch—that much is clear.
Not that I deserve one.
“My opinion hasn’t changed in the fifteen minutes it took for you to bring me home and follow me to the door.”
“Well.” I have no idea what to say or how to defend myself. I mean, she’s not wrong. I haven’t proven to be trustworthy; all I’ve done is prove that I’m a massive jackass, who not only lied to her, I lied to my brother. “If you spent more time with me, maybe I…can…” My shoulders hunch when I shove my hands inside the pockets of my jeans. “Earn it.”
Daisy laughs. “Did saying that hurt? You look like you’re in pain.”
“Yeah, it kind of did hurt, actually.”
Hurt my dickandmy pride.
Ha.
She swats playfully. “Shut up, it did not.”
I seize the opportunity to pull her in my arms, wrapping them around her waist. “At least let me kiss you good night.”
“Fine. But don’t scratch me with your whiskers.”
“Already issuing orders, I see?” I like it.
Lowering my head, I let my hands roam down Daisy’s backside to pull her closer, palms splaying over her ass.
I squeeze.