Picking Daisies on Sundays (Picking Daisies on Sundays, #1)

by Liana Cincotti

“You intoxicate me, Daisy. The scent of flowers lingers on you everywhere you go, and I always want to follow,” he murmured against my neck. That. I wanted to hear that every morning, day, night, daydream, and nightmare. I wanted him to say it to me in French.