Page 10 of Sinful Skulls
I can honestly say it’s been the best week of my life.
Chapter Five
Daisy
Ispent the day with my parents. They loved the painting. They’re still hesitant about me leaving, but I can’t turn down an opportunity to study art in Paris. Anyhow, I’m going to put them out of my mind, because tonight is my last night with Brody.
My fingers shake as I brush them over the lace on my bra and then my underwear. Yes, they’re new. I’m not saying anything is going to happen tonight, but I’m not saying it’s not.
We’re staying in. I offered to cook for him, but he didn’t want me to take time away from my family, so he’s picking up pizza on his way over.
I’m so fucking nervous. I don’t know why. I’ve spent every day this past week with him.
There’s been several times throughout the week I thought about throwing caution to the wind and ditching Paris. But like I said, I know I’m very privileged to have gotten a full ride withroom and board. I can’t pass it up, nor would he let me. We’ve already talked about it.
I slip the simple black sundress over my head and shimmy into it. I’m giving myself a once over in the mirror when I hear him pull up outside. The rumble makes my heart ache. I’m going to miss riding with him.
Quickly, I rush out to the living room to hold the door open. His arms are full.
I laugh. “Did you invite guests?” I tease.
He winks at me, leaning down to give me a kiss on the cheek as he passes. “Woman, you should know by now I like to eat.”
This is the thing I love most about him. Not that I love him. That didn’t come out right. It’s just that he’s always in a good mood. Even on our last night together. I should have expected it. Not once has he made me feel guilty about leaving. He’s been my biggest cheerleader. Well, the only one really.
Not that I’m a loner. I have people in my life, but not many. Enough. Art has always filled my heart. There wasn’t much room for anything else … until I met Brody.
“Go sit down. Let me serve you,” I tell him, bumping my hip against his thigh.
He grabs my hands in his and holds them behind my back. Brody can take my breath away with a single look, but when he manhandles me … it sets fire to my soul.
He walks us backward to the couch, and then he gently shoves me onto it. “Don’t you dare move. I’m serving you tonight.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, saluting him.
The way he shakes his finger at me in warning kicks my pulse into overdrive. I don’t know if this is normal. Probably not. I wouldn’t know, because I’ve never felt this way before.
It’s strange that a man I just met has put me at ease enough to finally let my guard down. God, I would give anything to lay it allat his feet. But this is more than enough. I just don’t understand why it’s happening now.
Maybe he came into my life to show me that I can do this. I can meet new people, and I can let the world see the real me. My fingers dance over my necklace. The lady who gave it to me said an angel was nearby.
I shift on the couch, so that I can watch Brody in the kitchen. He’s beautiful. My sinfully dark, masculine angel.
“Do you have a vase?” he asks.
“Under the sink.”
When he bends over, I rise to my knees on the couch, stretching to get a better look. He turns around and catches me.
“You’re full of it tonight, aren’t you?” he jokes.
I rest my arms on the back of the couch. “Well, it’s not every day I have a handsome biker in my kitchen.”
“You mean it doesn’t happen all the time?”
“No.” I pout, sticking my bottom lip out for effect.
He pulls a bouquet of flowers out of the bag, and my heart stops. Brody puts them in the vase, fills it with water, and then walks over to set them on the coffee table.
