Page 91 of Ghost Note

I smiled back at him, understanding that there were a million ways to answer that question. “For now,” I said quietly.

Danny closed the distance between us, his finger and thumb holding my chin hostage. His eyes roamed over my face before he brought his other hand up to run a thumb over my rosy red cheeks.

“There’s no other girl out there like you, Daisy Piper,” he whispered. “Believe me.”

Denial was my friend, and I didn’t particularly want to think about Danny having been with other women. I wasn’t as naive as to think he’d spent five years on the road celibate—I hadn’t—and some of those new moves he’d shown me itched at the corners of my mind, making me wonder who he’d first tried them with—who’d taught him to bring pain to sex so perfectly.

“You’re only saying that because I let you get away with murder.” I pressed a hand to his chest, part warning him not to get any closer because I was weak to his charms, and part just wanting to touch him. “I need a night, Danny.”

“Why waste what little time we have together?”

“Because you’ve been back less than a week, and I’m losing myself to you again.”

He pushed against my weak hand, his forehead dropping to mine. “Losing yourself… or finding yourself by letting go and having fun?”

I leaned back against the door, my smile growing the more he pushed. “Maybe both, and that’s what I need to figure out… by myself… in my own bed… alone.”

Danny groaned. “Delicate Daisy is not so delicate anymore, huh?”

I shook my head slowly, letting that be my answer.

“You’re killing me, smalls,” he whispered before he dropped a kiss to my cheek and stepped back, his heavy sigh only making me laugh to myself. “Can I call you tomorrow?”

“Would it stop you if I said no?”

He pushed his fingers through his hair, laughing as he walked away before he got to the end of the pathway and raised his hands in the air. “I’m doing as I’m told now, aren’t I?”

I rolled my eyes and stood taller. “You can call me tomorrow.”

Danny gave me a salute before he opened the door of the limo. I sucked in a breath and held it in my chest, unable to deny that I was missing him already. With one foot inside the vehicle, he grabbed hold of the door and looked back at me.

“Hey, Zee?”

“Yeah?”

“Someone once told me that if you can’t decide on whether a certain love is right for you or not, you should ask yourself just one question.”

“And what’s that?”

“If someone came by right now and told you that the world was about to go to shit overnight, and you had nothing or no one to think about but yourself, who would you want to lie next to you in bed and hold you while the sky came down around us?” Danny raised his brows and smiled over at me, quite possibly the happiest I’d ever seen him, before he tapped the door and winked. “Just something to think about.”

I had no time to answer. Danny ducked inside and closed the door behind him.

He probably knew what I was thinking before I did.

There was only one person I wanted to see the world out with.

It had always been him.

I watched the out of place limo drive away, and I stood in the cool night air, begging it to temper my racing heart and my overworked mind. Eventually, I made my way inside to drink coffee and take two paracetamols to soothe the headache I could feel brewing. My body still hummed with satisfaction from sex in the limo with Danny, but my brain was bashing itself against the walls of my mind in frustration.

This was about to get messy.

I’d hadsexin alimowithDanny.

How fickle a woman’s fight was when faced with the man she’d never actually managed to let go of.

His fingers still burned my skin, and I knew there’d be bruises there from his desperate need to hold on tight and not let me go.

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