Daisy Haites (Magnolia Parks Universe, #2)

by Jessa Hastings

I swallow once, move in slowly towards her—feel a bit sick as I do, though, if I’m honest. Which is weird, because we have kissed before. More than kissed before, actually, and it was great. Fine. And I kiss girls all the time—haven’t in a while, I guess. Except for Prague, which was the best, except that it wasn’t, but it just wasn’t because I was stuck in my head about Daisy, and that was Henry’s fault, because he said that the girls I was tuning that night all looked like Daisy, but like that’s fucking my fault—Daisy just happens to look like women from the Czech Republic. That’s on her. And I wouldn’t have thought about her if Henry hadn’t said that, but then she’s all I thought about and it ruined it, but it’s not that it meant anything, you know? Like this, now, means nothing to me—it’s just a kiss, I just have to kiss Taura. She’s a good kiss. Great mouth, good eyes, bit greener than Daisy’s, which are more like honey than anything, if you asked me their colour—which you didn’t, I know. Good mouth too—I mean, it’s fine. Daisy’s is better. Bottom-heavy. More fun to kiss. Still, I lean in more because I’m happy to get Henry off my fucking back, and it’s like—my mouth is hovering just a couple centimetres off hers, barely that even, I can feel her breath on me. I swallow. My stomach lurches as I lean in and our mouths brush and I think about how Daisy looked at me the last time I saw her, looked at me like I was stupid—and I am—I like it when she thinks I look stupid. ...

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