Page 88 of Rush the Edge

Since when am I thankful for a distraction during a make-out session?

The woman gasps for air, and I don’t wait to see if she gets any.

Daisy’s name appears on my screen, and the hottest thrill enters my blood.

I step into the parking lot to hide from Dolly and open the text in private.

Daisy

And here I thought you were done playing games.

My brow furrows.

One, I’ll never stop playing games with her because, trust me, I’ve fucking tried. And two, I’m not sure what she’s referring to.

Me

Winning gives me a high, so it’s unlikely that I’ll ever stop.

Unfortunately, she gives me a high too.

I type another text while leaning on the side of the building.

Me

What game are you referring to? The hockey game?

The thought of her all alone inside her apartment, watching me dominate the ice, shouldn’t excite me like this. Why do I want her to watch me play? I’m used to playing for myself and no one else. It’s not like my mom is tuning in to cheer me on, yet the thought of Daisy watching me has my palms itching to practice for our next game.

Daisy

The game where you take the batteries from my vibrator!

I pop up from resting against the wall.My fingers tighten around my phone with thoughts of Daisy and her vibrator.

Me

Didn’t take you long to find that out. Feeling naughty tonight, are we?

My pulse skyrockets.

Time slows as I stare down at my phone screen.

The anticipation of waiting for her to text back is slowly killing me. Little bubbles pop up when she types, but then they disappear, only for them to appear again.

Daisy

Where are they?

They’re in her thermometer—where they’d be at better use.

I didn’t steal them from her vibrator to be an asshole.

It’s not like I’m jealous of her vibrator or something…

Okay, fine. I am.

Me

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