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“Are you okay?” My voice is rough and I clear my throat, trying to calm my racing thoughts.
I want her naked. I want inside her. I want to fuck her hard and make her come all over my cock again and again but I can’t.
I can’t.
She nods, her expression hazy. A little lost. “I’m sorry I cried.”
“I told you that you don’t have to apologize.”
“I feel bad. It’s just—this is a tough time for me.” She presses her lips together, her eyes falling shut for the briefest second. “It’s almost my birthday. In two days.”
Meaning it’s the anniversary of her mother’s death. Shit. That had to have fucked her up somewhat. “You’ll be eighteen?”
Her eyes pop open and she nods, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. “I could’ve almost said eighteen and never been kissed but you just took care of that.”
“That was your first kiss?” I’m incredulous, but then again, I’m not. This girl is untouched. Completely innocent. Sweet as can be.
A jackass like me has no business dirtying her up.
She nods, her chin trembling. I hate how scared she looks. “Was it bad?”
I groan at her question, pulling her in close, my hands locking around the ends of her braids, gathering her hair in my fist and giving it a light tug. “It was perfect.”
You’re perfect, is what I almost say, but I don’t.
“Are you going to celebrate?” I ask after I kiss her soundly, releasing my tight hold on her hair. “Your birthday?”
Daisy shakes her head. “It’s just another day. Sort of a bad day. My father is always so sad on my birthday. It’s hard to celebrate, you know?”
That is so messed up. I’m not him and I have no idea what it’s like to lose the love of my life on the day the child you share was born, but seriously. I would do everything in my power to make it a good day for this girl.
She deserves nothing but the best.
My phone buzzes in the pocket of my shorts and I pull it out to see I have a text from JJ.
Where you at fucker?
Irritated, I shove my phone back in my pocket, leaning against the couch and breathing deep while Daisy remains on my lap, wide-eyed and unsure.
“You’re so fucking pretty, it hurts to look at you,” I tell her and she blinks at me, shocked by my outburst. “What? Don’t look at me like that. You don’t believe me when I say you’re pretty?”
Her lips part. I can practically taste the protest she’s about to give.
“Fuck that,” I rush to say before she speaks. “You’re not pretty, you’re goddamn gorgeous.”
“Arch…”
“It’s true, Daze. Look at you right now.” My gaze wanders, touching all over her. “I should go.”
She climbs off my lap in a hurry, keeping her face averted, and when I stand, I reach for her, cupping her chin and forcing her to look at me. I see the hurt in her gaze and I know my abrupt statement is what’s bothering her.
“If I don’t leave now, I can’t be held accountable for what I might do to you if we keep this up,” I admit, my voice low, my gaze locked on hers.
Daisy swallows hard, her shining eyes never straying. “What do you want to do?”
“To you?” I lean in close, my mouth at her ear, my voice harsh when I whisper, “Everything. Every fucking dirty thing your sweet mind can come up with, that’s what I want to do to you, Daze.”
I take a much-needed step back, noting how she trembles.
