“Daisy,” Ryke says with so much emotion to the name that shivers run down my arm. And it’s freakin’ hot out here. I think he wants to say a lot of things to her—give her some sort of pep talk about how she doesn’t have to please other people to make herself feel better—that doing so will hurt her in the end. But Melissa leans her head down and starts whispering in his ear, deterring him from speaking his mind. So Daisy says, “I’ll see you around.” And she actually drags me off towards a tiki bar that sits on the beach.
BRUHH, MELISSA. HE DOESN'T WANT YOUUU.
