Daisy Haites (Magnolia Parks Universe, #2)

by Jessa Hastings

Staring, just looking at my face. Inspecting it, almost like he’s seeing it for the first time. “What?” I ask, feeling self-conscious. He shrugs. “You have nice eyes.” “They’re brown.” He gets a little closer, shakes his head. “Bit of gold in there.” He squints at me. “You have a freckle on the corner of your lip,” he tells me. I sniff a laugh. “We’ve been hooking up for—what?—like, four months now and you’ve just noticed that?” “Five.” He gives me a little look and I mirror it back, then he covers my eyes with his hand. “Alright, go on—where are my freckles, then?” I find myself loving that he doesn’t hesitate to touch me—that somehow we’ve crossed that imaginary threshold where touching each other becomes second nature, thoughtless, almost—so I reach out my hand and touch his face, blindly getting a feel for it, grabbing it more than necessary just because. I feel my way to below his mouth and to the right, then point. “There.” A little further down, a little more right. “And there.”

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