“And then,” she continues without missing a beat, “he goes in for the kiss. You pull back, refuse him an intimate piece of you. Tension builds, and every other touch, flesh against flesh, feels illicit and intoxicating.” “So you’re a tease,” Ryke says. I’m about to curse him out, but Daisy cuts me off. “No, we end up having sex.” Ryke doesn’t even flinch. “If I’m not fucking mistaken,” he says, “you mentioned sex being overrated as well.” When?! Rehab. I fucking hate rehab. I missed everything. “That was until I took your advice.”
