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I come so hard at the imaginary vision I end up slumped against the tiled wall, breathing hard. Heavier than I did when I pushed myself running only moments ago. Harder than I ever did when I’ve had sex with other girls.
There have only been a couple, but all of them fade away. They were nothing. Meaningless. Pointless.
Jesus, I’ve got a serious issue.
And her name is Daisy.
* * *
The next dayat school I prowl around the campus like a predator on the hunt for its prey. Cadence says hi and I growl at her. Mya calls me an asshole and I give her the finger. JJ keeps his distance, as do the rest of our friends, and when I enter my first class of the day, I settle into a chair in the very back of the classroom, my gaze fixated on the back of Daisy’s head.
She doesn’t even turn around to look at me.
Of course, she doesn’t.
Today she’s wearing a short sleeve button-down shirt, her slender golden arms on display. Her skirt is hiked up, showing off her firm legs and she’s got ankle high socks on with her loafers. The white socks are trimmed with lace and give off that good girl vibe she’s got going on. And then there’s her hair.
Don’t know why I’m so fascinated with it, but she’s wearing two braids this morning, the ends tied with a snippet of silky blue ribbon. Any other girl I’d find it too cutesy. On Daisy, it’s adorable.
Adorably sexy.
I watch the back of her for the entirety of class. To the point that I notice every little twitch. The way her shoulders rise almost to her damn ears when Winston starts talking about the essay that’s due soon.
Wonder if that stresses her out.
She toys with the end of her right braid at one point, twirling the wisps of hair over and over again around her finger and I’m fascinated. Desperate to do the same thing to her. Touch her hair. Ignore her protests that I’ll only mess it up. I won’t. I’ll be careful. I just want to touch her. Hear her murmur with pleasure when I hit a spot that she likes. Maybe I could kiss her behind her ear. Breathe in her sweet scent. Try to control myself because the girl is like a drug that hits my bloodstream, making me crave more, and I don’t want to scare her—
The bell rings and I blink, shocked I let my thoughts be filled with Daisy and nothing else for the entire period.
By the time I’m out of my desk and slinging my backpack over my shoulder, Daisy is already gone.
My steps determined, I follow after her, breaking out into a jog when I spot her just ahead. I catch up with her easily, slowing my pace so I’m walking right beside her and she glances over at me, shock dawning in her golden eyes.
“Morning,” I greet, staring at her pretty face.
When did I realize she was so damn pretty anyway? Before, I thought she was mousy and plain, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong.
“Hi.” Her voice is soft, her gaze skittering away like she’s scared to look at me for too long.
“You going to the office today?” Apprehension clutches at my heart, preparing for her to say no.
“Yes.” She nods and the relief that hits me is like a punch to my solar plexus, leaving me breathless.
This is fucking ridiculous. All over a girl.
“Think Viv will let me answer the phone?” I raise my brow, noting how her eyes dance with amusement.
“You probably shouldn’t call her Viv.”
“She doesn’t mind.” She’d probably give me detention if she heard me call her Viv, but it’s worth the risk just to see Daisy almost smile at something I said.
“I very much doubt that.”
“Hey.” I touch her arm and she comes to a stop like I do, and I turn to face her. She tilts her head back so our gazes meet, her braids falling behind her shoulders and the urge to touch her hair is so strong, I have to clutch my hands into fists to stop myself. “Do me a favor and try to convince Viv to not stow me away in that shitty office today.”
“Why?”
What would she say if I told her I just wanted to sit with her at the desk and pretend that Viv likes me, while I listen to them talk about gardening? I could give absolutely zero shits about gardening and soil and flowers but it would be the perfect opportunity. I’d let myself look my fill of Daisy’s face without any interruptions. Watch her mouth move as she speaks. Enjoy the sound of her laughter.
