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But the man hid it well. I felt Naomi’s anger drain out of her.
I showed up to school on the first day, and she was mean to me. Like really mean.
when she was handing out papers about some dumb bake sale to take home to our parents, she said I didn’t need one since my mom was too busy in the bedroom to find the kitchen.”
But you scared the shit out of all of us running off like that.”
Aunt Naomi can do a hell of a lot more than leave some mice in a teacher’s desk drawer.”
“I was also gonna give her computer a virus.
So maybe you can cut her some slack or, better yet, help her out with the clean-up this time around.”
Us second-guessing Naomi isn’t helping anyone.”
and blew it out slowly. I ran my hand up her back, then down again.
Don’t tell me everything’s fine when it’s not fine. I’m here to help. You can’t be sneaking out and exacting revenge on everyone who wrongs you. Especially not with innocent little field mice.”
I’ll drive Naomi home tonight.” I had plans for her.
She snuck out,”
I don’t have time for you to murder me in the woods today.”
“Yeah, well, I liked watching you in that excuse for a skirt standing up to a bully.”
“So you kidnapped me?”
Half of my class lost their virginity in this field.”
“Baby, I don’t joke about sex. Besides, you work for me.”
“Everyone in town knows it’s a Code Red. It’ll be a slow night.”
“I am really uncomfortable with the idea of an entire town tracking its women’s menstrual cycles.” “Hey, we’re normalizing period shit,” I argued. “Now, get your sexy ass over here.”
“Did I mention how much I love these skirts?” I asked before crushing my mouth to hers. She pulled away from me. “Actually you said you hated them. Remember?”
“I lied.” “This is very irresponsible of us,” she said.
“It’s more irresponsible to make me watch you work your whole shift in that fucking skirt without getting you off first.”
I needed it to be, nestled against that tight, wet wonderland. My tight, wet wonderland.
It was better than winning the fucking lottery, that feeling that lit up my chest.
The knowledge that she trusted me to take care of her.
I’d make it the best she ever had.
I’ll be right there with you.”
“Everything you do makes me want more,”
I didn’t fucking care. I could ignore it as long as Naomi Witt was riding my cock.
“That’s my girl,”
“Baby, I’m trying to hang on here to deliver.”
“Hell, Naomi, there’s nothing ‘fine’ about what it feels like to have you come on my cock. Why the hell do you think I said I’d do this fake boyfriend crap?”
you wanted to help me out like the grumpy, small-town hero you are.”
“Smartass. I did it because I woke up, and you weren’t next to me, and I wanted you there.” “You did?” “I wanted you there so I could flip you over on your hands and knees and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit down for the next forty-eight hours without thinking about me.”
“I’m not done with you yet, Daisy,”
And that wouldn’t stand. Not even in the short-term.
This. This was why once wasn’t enough. This was why now I wasn’t sure what was enough.
Besides, I could just come home after breakfast and sleep until whenever the fuck I wanted.
Which puts me hittin’ the sack back by another fifteen minutes at least and, Daze, I’m really fucking tired.” “My stuff is at my house,” she
“Baby, I don’t want to think about it or wonder what it all means. I just want to put my head on a pillow and know that you’re safe and asleep. I promise you, we can nitpick this mess to death tomorrow. But right now, I just need to close my eyes and not think about shit.”
Great. Now I was tired and annoyed.
“No. Whatever the opposite of a people-pleaser is.” “A people-displeaser?” I supplied.
wanting them to be happy and like you.” She was right. I had no idea what it was like. “Then stop caring.”
“You do realize I’ve already seen you naked, right?” “That’s different. Go away.”
The girl next door was about to crawl into my bed. I knew it was a mistake. But it was one I wanted to make. Just this once.
Four hours didn’t really count as spending the night with a woman, I decided.
“You’re working awfully hard for just a hook-up.”
I couldn’t say why, but that statement pissed me off. Standing up, I picked a pair of jeans off the floor. “Gimmie a list.”
Great, now I was going to have to lecture her on security.
The cottage smelled like fresh air, baked goods, and lemons.
