“If your anxiety is this bad, how did you make it this far in here?”
“I barely did. I was clinging to everyone like a madwoman.”
“I only want you clinging to me. Damn, I already want to fuck you again.”
“This is turning you on?”
“Yes. Your body so tight against mine in this stupidly short skirt is doing it. Sex with you is a drug. A high I can’t find anywhere else, with anyone else. Come home with me.”
I leaned in, kissing his neck as he carried me. Something jumped out at us, screaming to scare us, but Kye only held on tighter, his steps steady.
“We are at the end,” he said and I looked back, seeing the exit.
“Okay, let me get off of you.”
“We could walk out this way. What a fun way to tell your date that it’s over.”
“You’re trying to start a fight.”
“Maybe. He did take my girlfriend on a date.”
“I’m not your —”
“Finish that sentence and I’m not setting you down. I’ll walk you out of this place with my tongue in your mouth.”
“You would do it, too,” I mumbled, pulling myself off of him.
“Of course I would. Do you want to stay with him or go home with me?”
“That’s a trick question.”
“How?”
“If I say him, then you’re going to be angry and stomp away, and then I’ll feel guilty and go with you anyway.”
He took a deep breath. “That’s a fair assessment. How about this? If you want to stay here, I will leave, not angry, and call you later, as long as you agree not to sleep with him or fuck around doing anything else, even kiss him, for tonight at least. If you want to come home with me, I will wait in my car for you to go make up whatever excuse you need to.”
My eyebrows jumped. “How mature.”
“I am trying to be fair because I do not want you to be a people pleaser to me, and I thought that us being together was clear.”
“It wasn’t.”
“I can assure you, it will be after tonight.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that whether you stay here on your date or come with me, I will be in a bed with you tonight, not him, and I will be making sure there is no confusion about where our relationship stands.”
“You would still come to bed with me to show me that even if I stayed on a date?”
“You could drag me behind my car right now and I would still do that tonight.”
“I think you have some issues.”
“I do. I’m currently trying to work on them but it is a very long list and I can only do one thing at a time.”
I smiled at the realization of how hard he really was working to make himself better. I could politely back out of my date with Mark, go home with Kye, and no one else would know. I could find an excuse for my dad and tell him that I tried to go on the date so he would be happy, too.
It felt like a win-win.
“Give me ten minutes.”
Kye’s mouth dropped open with a smile, but he nodded.
“I won’t interfere, but if you’re more than twenty, I’m coming back to find you.”
“Okay. Give me ten. I have to find him first.”
He kissed my cheek.
“Don’t give in to your people pleasing ways when he tries to beg you to stay. Because any man would beg you to stay. Do what you want, Daisy. Text me if coming with me ends up not being what you want.”
Ten minutes later, I ran over to Kye’s car, pulling open the driver’s side door and crawling over top of him. My mouth found his immediately. If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me and slammed my body against his harder.
This was everything I had been wanting, and everything that I knew I technically shouldn’t be doing.
But it didn’t matter. Tonight, I was doing exactly what I wanted to do, not what someone else told me to do.
