Over my dead fucking body. He reaches out to wrap an arm around her shoulder, to bring her in for a fucking hug, and I step between them. “Sorry,” I say, “you’re not teaching her how to grind on your fucking dick.” Ian lets out a short laugh. “I don’t think she needs you to tell her what she can and cannot do. She’s a big girl.” “Yeah,” I tell Ian. “She’s also my fucking girlfriend.” I don’t break his gaze, but I can feel Daisy’s smile fill her whole face beside me. She grabs my hand, restlessly bouncing up and down on her toes like she wants to kiss me but realizes she can’t.
