But then he added, “Friends who like to cuddle. Friends who flirt in biology. Friends who apparently have sleepovers. Friends who like being around each other. And maybe…” His eyes softened. “Friends who could one day be more than just friends.”
She instantly warmed as silence fell between them. Then Jameson’s phone buzzed.
“Lenny’s here,” he said reluctantly.
“Okay.”
At the door, he turned, caught her by the waist, and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. “See you Monday,darlin’.”
And then he was gone.
Chapter Five
“WE GOT A GIG!”
Jameson beamed as he dropped into the seat beside Daisy.
Her stomach lurched. She’d been bracing for this moment since the weekend—forty-eight hours of replaying every detail, every possibility. Would he act distant? Pretend nothing happened? Would it be unbearably awkward?
Apparently, her stress had been wasted. Jameson looked as casual and unbothered as ever.
“What?” she asked.
“Your brother came through for us. We’re playing at Bullets this weekend!”
Overcome with excitement, Daisy threw her arms around him. “I’m so happy for you guys!”
Realizing what she’d done, she released him almost instantly, cheeks burning. “Sorry.” She darted a glance around the half-full classroom.
“Don’t be.” His grin widened. “You can throw your arms around me anytime you want.”
She laughed nervously. “Oh really?”
“Yes, really. We’re not hiding anything. We’re just taking it one day at a time, remember?”
She nodded, though her pulse hadn’t slowed since he sat down.
So focused on him, Daisy didn’t notice Rochelle until she was standing right beside their table.
“Hey, handsome. Missed you at the lock-in. Feeling better?”
Jameson half-turned. “Uh, yeah. Much better, actually.”
Rochelle tossed her perfect blonde hair over her shoulder and leaned in close. “Good. Because I have plans for us this weekend.”
Daisy wanted to sink straight through the floor. Rochelle acted like she wasn’t even there.
“No can do.” Jameson’s tone was polite but firm. “I’ve got a busy weekend coming up. Actually, most of my weekends are booked.”
Rochelle straightened, trying not to show her irritation. “Well, if you find time in that busy schedule, pencil me in.” She sauntered off toward the back of the room.
Daisy leaned in, barely containing her smile. “I thought Sean only got you guys one gig?”
“He did.”
“But you just said—oh.” Her breath caught as realization dawned.Shewas his “busy.”
Jameson brushed his fingers lightly across her hand. “Yeah… oh.”
