“I think you have to this time.”
I met his eyes, stepping closer, and wishing I could close the space between us again. “Can we be gone by the time they get here?”
“You don’t want to see either of them?”
I was already shaking my head. “No. They can do their job and take care of it. We’ll hang out inside a little longer. You will give us a ride home after?” I asked.
“Always Daze, always.”
FORTY-THREEDAISY
Of course, it had to be on the windiest day that I wore the shortest sundress. One I’ve had for a few years now, six and a half years, to be exact.
One that I was luckily able to wash the strawberry milkshake stain out of without too much of an issue.
“Hey, Jax,” I said, seeing him looking over a car. “Is my car or Kye here by chance?”
“Hey, Daisy. Both are around back. Dressed like that for any particular reason?” he asked, grinning hard.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, smoothing out the dress again.
“Uh-huh, sure you don’t. Just don’t break the man’s heart too bad, please.”
I smiled. “I couldn’t even if I tried.”
“Right. Like his heart isn’t going to break the moment he sees you in that. Good luck.”
I headed around the back of the garage, my car coming into view with Kye bent over the hood. New tires had already been installed, but he seemed lost to working on something else on it.
“Hey, Kye,” I said, coming up behind him.
“Hey, Daze,” he said, still leaning over the engine.
When he turned, I met his eyes, watching as he looked me over.
Like his legs couldn’t hold him up any longer, he fell back against the car.
I could see him swallow hard, his eyes going over me again and again.
“What are you doing in that dress?”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing. I’m only surprised there is no stain on the front.”
He remembered.
He seemed to remember everything, but I was surprised by this one. I didn’t realize he ever looked that much at what I was wearing.
“It came out luckily. I didn’t think you would recognize it.”
“I would never forget it.”
He reached out the moment I stepped closer, running the hem of the dress through his fingers.
“Why are you wearing this?”
“I wanted to see if you’d remember.”
“But why?”
“I don’t know.”
His hand ran down my hip and back up. His mouth dropped open, and his eyes went heavy. “I think I know exactly why, and you already know it’s wrong.”
“I really don’t know what you are talking about,” I breathed as his thumb started moving in mind-numbing circles on my hip.
He leaned down, his hand pressing harder into me. “You are not wearing anything underneath this, and I know what that means.”
“That I forgot to do laundry?”
“Mhm, little miss innocent again?”
“Always.”
He pulled away, stepping back against my car and sitting on the front of it again. “Always trying to make me lose my mind. The part I find interesting is you did this with the intention that I would find out you aren’t wearing any underwear under that dress. You already knew I wouldn’t be able to not touch you, and you used that against me.”
“Maybe, but it’s not like I had a problem with it. Are you sure I’m wearing nothing under this? You should probably check again,” I said, grinning as he scowled.
