Page 71 of I Saw Her First

“Fuck, no.” Weston rolls on top of me, pinning my hands above my head. “I don’t want you to leave. I have a spare toothbrush. Will you stay?”

“I’d love to.” The grin on my face must make me look giddy, but he doesn’t seem to care, pressing his mouth to mine again. And again, his stomach rumbles.

“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters, rolling off me and sitting up. He wipes a hand down his face, sighing. “I guess it will be good for us to keep our strength up. I have big plans for you later.”He wiggles his eyebrows comically, and a laugh erupts from me. Playful Weston might be my favorite.

“What about Thai?” I suggest.

His eyes sparkle as they move over me, still naked on his bed. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

He reluctantly climbs from the bed and tugs on some sweatpants, and my eyes follow his ass as he pads from the room. This man is so fucking sexy—and so much more than that, too. I think of the way he carefully applied the lube, the way he checked I was okay throughout, the way he cleaned me afterward. I could never have imagined how caring and sweet he’d be, and my heart is complete mush about it. And now he’s going to order my favorite food.

He couldn’t be any more perfect. This night couldn’t be any more perfect.

I tug my dress on with a sigh, reaching for my bag. My phone catches my eye, an unread text flashing on the screen, and I pull it out. As I read the message, my stomach falls through the floor.

Jesse: Are you free tomorrow? We need to talk.

29

Daisy

My heart is in my throat as I step into the dark bar. I’m not sure why Jesse asked me to meet him here—a bar in the East Village, called Bounce—at four in the afternoon, but I was too chicken to question it.

I’ve reread his text a hundred times since last night, dissecting his words, looking for clues.

We need to talk.

Does he somehow know about me and Weston? Does he want to call me out in public, make a scene? That doesn’t really seem like his style, but then I never really knew him that well, did I?

I slide onto a barstool, my gaze drifting around the interior, looking for Jess. It’s dimly lit, one wall lined with vinyl booths, the other lined with the bar itself, tables dotted between. At least one small mercy is that it’s not too busy.

“Daisy.”

I almost jump out of my skin when a familiar voice utters my name. I whip my gaze back to the bar where Jess leans on the other side.

Wait. What? Does heworkhere?

“Uh, hi.” I smooth my hair, try to paste on a smile. I know it’s ridiculous, but part of me wonders if he can tell I’m no longer a virgin. If there’s something different about me, some kind of vibe or clue that I’ve had sex.

With his father. Jesus.

I grimace, pushing the thought from my head. “New job?”

He nods, wiping his hands on a rag and walking out from behind the bar to join me on the next stool.

“How’s it going?”

“Good. My boss is really cool. He owns a few bars, but spends most of his time here.” Jess chuffs a quiet laugh. “We’re a lot alike. I mean, he has a wife and kids, so not totally, but he gets me.”

I lift my eyebrows, uncertain about what that might mean, but not wanting to ask.

An uncomfortable sensation prickles my skin as Jesse’s gaze drifts over me, slowly absorbing my figure from head to toe. I changed out of my work clothes into a summery dress because no one wants to meet their ex looking like trash, but as Jesse’s eyes drink me in, I wonder if that was a mistake.

“You look good, Daisy.”

I swallow, nervous energy fluttering in my belly. “Thanks.” Shit, he’s not going to ask me out again, is he? That’s not why he wanted to meet me? What the hell would I say?

Sorry, I’m fucking your dad instead.

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