TWENTY-TWODAISY
I rolled over to find myself face-to-face with a sleeping Kye.
I slept with Kye.
Like, I slept with Kye.
I reached out, running a hand down his arm, and he turned over more. His hand ran across the sheets until his finger hooked in mine as he smiled, eyes still closed. My entire chest tightened. Kye was happy to punch someone without a second thought, yet here he was, wrapping a finger around mine.
I ran my other hand down his stomach, tracing over each tattoo.
“I’m worried if you keep doing that, I’m going to redo what I did last night,” he said, the deep rumble of his voice making me sigh.
“I would have zero complaints about that.”
“Except we have Holt’s track day party today. I have to be there soon.”
I rolled closer to him. “Are you sure we don’t have any time?”
His arms wrapped around me, and he was about to agree until there was a thud at the door.
“Ouch. What the hell?” a girl said. “It’s locked.”
Then it was just laughter.
“Kye,” she yelled. “I don’t know what you are doing, but you better stop doing it and get out here. Being late to this is not going to help win any points with my dad.”
Kye groaned and sat up, dragging me into his arms until I was against his chest.
“I’m getting ready,” he yelled back.
“Yeah? Then why is the door locked?”
“Ashton.”
“Kye.”
“Daisy,” she added, not hiding her laughter.
“How does she know you are here?” he asked me.
“Because she’s the one who let me in the building last night, and I’m assuming she kept an eye on if I left.”
“Give us ten minutes,” Kye yelled, shaking his head. “Come on. Time to start an entire day quizzing me, not only about cars, but about you.”
“No one is going to be quizzing you about me today.”
He got up, pulling me along with him, but he stopped, leaning down to kiss me hard as his hands moved down my sides.
“You just spent another night at my place. Do you know how many questions I had last time you did? The crew isn’t going to shut up.”
I shrugged. “You’ll figure it out. In the meantime, I’ll be spending the day as the supportive girlfriend, eating some delicious food, and hanging out.”
“And I’ll be dodging questions, racing around the track to show off my skills, and trying to give one more chance to getting my dream career.”
I smiled, grabbing clothes and getting ready. “So we both have a hard day.” He glared down at me. “Kidding. I’ll be there all day. Just tell me what you need me to do to help, and I’ll be there.”
Of course, the first thing Kye needed to do before heading to the track was stop at the diner for a strawberry milkshake.
“I think you are addicted to these things,” I said, grabbing it from him to take a sip.
“And? They are fucking delicious.”
“And I’m just saying you are addicted. We are running late, but you still had to stop for it,” I said, laughing now.
He looked over, smiling as he reached to take it back.
Before he could grab it, a car pulled out on the winding road, making me scream as he looked out the windshield.
He slammed the brakes, the tires locking up as he jerked the car to the left. We finally came to a screeching stop, missing the other car by inches.
“Kye!” I yelled. I had still been holding his milkshake, the contents of which were now covering everything from my chin down.
His eyes went wide when he looked at me, until he started laughing. He kept laughing as he pulled off to the side of the road.
“I’m sorry, Daze. He shouldn’t have pulled out. I had to stop.”
