“Do you… mind if I call Daisy that?” he hesitantly asked, tossing a pair of sweatpants my way. “Ours? Y-you said it yesterday, but I wasn’t sure if you meant it…” He’s absolutely ridiculous. Casting the sweatpants aside, I rose from the bed and stalked to where he stood, using my larger body to cage him in against the dresser. “Daisy is ours, B,” I growled, brushing my lips over his and loving how he shuddered—even though I was the one standing here naked. “Just like you are mine. And this”—I drew back to better look at him—“is it for me. If you want it, too.” Please say yes.
