I want to ask her more, but my phone buzzes in my pocket.
揑t抯 Liam,?I say as I read his short text, Something came up. Tell Daisy I抦 sorry I couldn抰 make it.
揌e isn抰 coming.?
I watch her for the disappointment that I抦 sure is coming. Instead, she smiles. 揟hat抯 okay. I really just wanted to hang out with you.?
Not even being mistaken for Shawn Mendes could compare to the way that makes me feel.
I slip my phone back into my pocket. 揝ame.?
As the party gets bigger, Daisy and I make our way outside to the deck. Music from inside drifts out, and a few other couples are making out or cuddling under blankets, hands suspiciously missing from view. Daisy takes it all in, and her cheeks flush.
揅old??I rub my hands along her arms.
揑抦 okay.?She nuzzles against my chest anyway.
I tuck a strand of windblown hair behind her ear and bring my lips down to hers. Her mouth molds to mine, and she kisses me back, though tentatively. When I pull back to read her expression, she glances around, and it hits me. PDA is not her thing. And while I could tell her that no one out here is paying any attention to us, having her to myself sounds pretty damn good too.
揧ou wanna get out of here??I ask.
She nods.
Dallas is sober tonight, and I get him to give us a ride. We take off toward Daisy抯， both of us in the back seat. Her chest rises and falls in anticipation. I keep my hands to myself, but I am dying to touch her.
I know I need to talk to Liam, but if he was really interested in her, wouldn抰 he be here tonight? All Daisy has to do is look at me, and I want to say fuck it all.
Her house is dark from the outside. She pauses on the front stoop.
揗eet me in the tree house.?
I raise a brow.
揑f my roommates are awake, they will ask a million questions that I don抰 want to answer tonight.?
揌iding me from your friends, sweet Daisy??
揋o.?She pushes me lightly, and I head around the back of the house. I use my phone for light as I climb up into the tree house. I wasn抰 lying. I really dig it up here. It抯 so Daisy. Scraps of paper with unfinished sketches line the walls.
揕ittle help,?she calls up while I抦 still enjoying her art.
Daisy stands on the bottom rung with a big blanket in her arms. She lifts it over her head to me, followed by a pillow and a flashlight.
揕ook at you. You抮e a regular camper.?
She reaches the top, and together we put down the blanket so we can lie on top of it. 揑抳e never been camping. Unless you count sleeping up here because I did fall asleep up here once.?
揑 love camping.?
揝urprise, surprise,?she sits in the middle and places the flashlight off to the side so it gives us a little light to see each other.
Sitting next to her, I ask, 揥hat does that mean??I mock her tone. 揝urprise, surprise.?
揑t seems like you抳e done everything. What are your parents like??
揟hey抮e cool. My dad is a high school baseball coach.?
揃aseball??
揧eah, imagine his disappointment.?
Daisy smiles and hugs her legs to her chest, then props her chin on top of her knees. 揂nd your mom??
揝he抯 a dietitian.?
揂nd were you always this厰
揅harming??I lay on my side next to her. 揌andsome??
揧eah. Those, too.?She stretches her legs out, and I wrap an arm around her waist to pull her down, so we抮e facing each other on the blanket.
揑 was into sports and video games, anything outdoors.?
揑 bet you had lots of friends and girlfriends.?
揕ots of friends. Only one serious girlfriend. In high school.?
揧ou had a serious girlfriend??Her tone is filled with surprise.
揝erious-ish. She went to college in New York. We lasted all of a week into freshman year.?I breathe her in. 揥hat about you? Was young Daisy as sweet as this one??
Her shirt抯 lifted an inch above the waist of her jeans, and I run a hand along the soft curve of her waist.
揑 guess I was the same, yeah. My parents worked a lot. They抮e both professors and researchers, so academics are sort of everything to them.?
揥hat抎 you do for fun??
揟ook extra classes, read.?She shrugs. 揟hey didn抰 really have time to run me to a lot of activities or friends?houses. And no one wanted to come to my house since it wasn抰 exactly party central.?
揝ounds lonely.?
揝ometimes, but I found ways to keep myself entertained. I taught myself to draw with books and online tutorials. I抎 never taken a real drawing class until I got to Valley.?
揧ou抮e really talented.?
揑抦 okay.?
揂nd, as previously mentioned, great at taking a compliment.?Pulling her closer, I let my hand glide around her back and down to her butt. Her breaths come quicker.
揟hank you.?
揃etter.?I smile. 揂nd boyfriends??
揟wo. One in high school and one last year.?
揥hy didn抰 they work out??
揗y first boyfriend only lasted a few months. We were friends, and I think we were both curious about dating and sex, and we just decided to go for it, but there wasn抰 much there in the way of chemistry.?
揂nd the second??
揌e was great. We had a lot in common, but he transferred at the end of the year.?
Her lips are warm and just as soft as the rest of her. I tug on her bottom lip until I feel her mouth curve into a smile.
揧ou have nice lips, sweet Daisy.?
揟hank you.?The words are quicker this time, and I reward her with another kiss and palm her ass in one hand.
揂nd a cute little ass.?
She laughs, body shaking, bringing her closer. 揟hank you, I think.?
揙h, it was definitely a compliment.?I roll on top of her.
She stares up at me, hair falling around her shoulders. I twist my finger around one strand.
揧ou have a great nose.?She lifts up to place the softest kiss on the bridge of my nose. It抯 a move that, from anyone else, would feel silly.
揟hanks.?
揥elcome.?
I wait for more. I think I could soak up compliments from Daisy all day long and never get tired of it. I want her to see the good in me, even if it抯 something as minor as a nose that抯 never been broken.
The desire to kiss her again eventually makes me too impatient to see if there are other things that she likes about me. Or at least things she抣l admit. She likes kissing me, and the feeling is mutual.
My dick presses between her legs, and even between two layers of denim, she feels good. The longer we kiss, the more she starts to explore with her hands梪p my side and down my back. The feel of her icy fingertips on my skin sets my insides on fire.
Eventually, when I抦 so hard I can barely see straight, her hips rock up, needing more friction.
There is nothing I want more than to be inside of her. I want to fuck sweet Daisy so hard we bring the tree house crashing to the ground.
Rolling onto my side, I cup her through her jeans and press two fingers against her center. A shiver racks through her, and I swallow her whimpers.
I walk my fingers up to the button of her jeans. I swear my hands shake like it抯 my first time shoving my hands down a girl抯 pants. Daisy may not be a virgin, but she isn抰 hooking up on the regular. She抯 trusting me in a way she抯 trusted few others.
Something silky greets me as I slide my hand down. I tear my mouth away and grin.
揑s something wrong??she asks in a breathy pant.
I scoot down so I can kiss her at the top of her panty line. 揘o, sweet Daisy. Nothing wrong at all.?
I work her jeans over her hips and down her legs. She kicks off her shoes so I can free them from her completely. She raises up on her elbows. Desire and nerves play on her face.