Page 136 of Rush the Edge

She shrugs and tries to climb off me. I keep her pinned, my dick still inside of her.

“Do you want kids one day, little devil?” I ask, brushing a hair out of her face.

If she wants a child, I’ll give her one. The thought should scare me, but it doesn’t, which is even crazier.

She attempts to climb from me again, and this time, I let her go. I watch her jerky movements as she shimmies back into her outfit in a rush.

That’s enough of that.

I quickly pull my pants up and stride over to her. I grip her wrists and make her stop. In her frazzled state, she freezes and glances up at me with glassy eyes and wild hair.

“Stop,” I demand.

She blows a breath out, moving another strand of hair from her face.

I give her wrists a quick squeeze. “Talk to me.”

She turns away to hide, but I refuse to let her. “Let me be here for you.”

Who am I?

My heart moves inside my chest. It’s reaching for something, and I think it’s her.

“If you want children, I’ll give you children.” I rub soft circles on the inside of her wrist. “If you still want that little plant shop you’ve always dreamed of owning, I’ll build it for you.” It was what she wanted years ago. I’ve never forgotten.

Daisy swallows, and I watch her sorrow fade.

My lip lifts on one side. “I’ll even compost…you know, for your soil.”

Her attention flies to mine, and her mouth works into a crescent.

“There’s my Daisy-Petal.” I lean forward and kiss the tip of her nose. I pull her into my chest, wrap my arms around her, and exhale when she rests her head against my beating heart. I wonder if she can hear how fast it’s racing toward hers.

She pulls back, and we lock gazes.

Just when I think she’s about to say something crazy, like “who cares if you’re River’s best friend”or“who cares if we hated each other a week ago,”she looks me dead in the eye and sends me her best flirty smile. “Will you really start composting?”

I snort. “Not a chance.”

But I think we both know I’m lying right through my teeth, just like I was when I said I hated her.

Forty-Seven

DAISY

“Good morning, devil girl.”

I spin around with my heart in my throat. In an attempt to cover my bare legs from Malaki, I spill half my matcha on the floor. The green foamy liquid lands with a splash in between us, and I stare in shock.

He chuckles behind the rim of his coffee mug. “Don’t bother covering up in front of me.” His smile grows wider. “I heard you and Kane going at it like rabbits all night long.”

My face warms.

“Kane must’ve forgotten to mention that you were home,” I say with a bitter tone.

“No, I didn’t.” His voice comes from behind me, and I’m swarmed with butterflies. “I just didn’t care.”

Malaki throws his head back and laughs loudly. “You’re fucked up.”

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