Page 43 of You Said I Was Your Favorite

“I was going to tell you that I like the braids.” My gaze drops to them, how they lie across her tits. “And the socks.”

My gaze drops to her feet.

“Oh.” A shuddery breath leaves her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Tension slowly fills the room, heady and thick, and I take a step toward her, eager to…what? Touch her?

Yes. I want to touch her. At least her hair, and at least for a second. Maybe two. I’m not asking for much.

Daisy visibly swallows and her lips part, as if she might want to say something. I wait, curiosity paralyzing me completely.

The moment is ruined by Vivian dashing into the office, hip checking me as she walks past. “Good morning, children!”

Nothing like a middle-aged high school secretary calling Daisy and me children to ruin the mood.

Thanks, Viv.

FOURTEEN

DAISY

I’m still turningover in my mind what Arch said to me. Over and over again, his deep voice on repeat.

I was going to tell you I like the braids. And the socks.

I haven’t worn my hair in two braids in years. I figured they looked too childish but this morning, something told me to put my hair in two French braids versus only one and so I did.

The socks? They’re new. I bought a variety pack of cute socks to wear with my uniform when I did a little back-to-school shopping and immediately felt silly for purchasing them. And mad at myself for wasting money on them too.

Again, something compelled me to put the socks on this morning. They’re cute. Even a little sweet.

That Arch noticed something different about me—two things that are different—makes my heart expand.

And this boy should absolutely not have that sort of effect on me whatsoever. He’s cold and cruel and he says the worst things.

He says nice things too though. Interesting things.

Still can’t get the words he said to me last night out of my head either. The pussy remark? I’d completely forgotten. It was the other words he said. The tone of his voice. His breath hot in my ear, his presence looming. Warming me from the inside out.

Maybe you can imagine it’s me doing those things to you instead of some fictional character.

He probably believes I’m scared of my sexuality and was disgusted by his remark, but I wasn’t. No, I did exactly what he said last night before I fell asleep.

Instead of the usual, faceless fictional character I imagine doing—things to me, I thought of Arch. It wasn’t my fingers moving between my legs last night.

They were Arch’s fingers. His mouth on my ear and his hand in my panties, touching me while he said unholy things to me that left me a shuddery, exhausted mess.

“Why are you two staring at each other?” Vivian’s voice breaks through my Arch-induced fog and I glance over at her to find her watching me, concern in her eyes. “Please tell me he’s not starting another fight with you.”

I slowly shake my head. “He’s being a perfect gentleman.”

I steal a look at Arch, who’s grinning.

Vivian snorts in disbelief.

“Archibald Lancaster, do you know how to be a perfect gentleman?”

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