Page 78 of The Summer I First Saw You
I look over my shoulder before I lean toward her. “I’ve got something to fill your mouth with if you keep smirking at me like that.”
She looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “You say that as if I don’twantmy mouth filled, Harrison.”
Jesus. “Don’t do that to me with your mom and your uncle twenty feet away.”
She bites down on a smile. “Don’t talk about how I want you to fill my mouth? All the way to the back of my throat?”
It’s too much, and she knows it’s too much. There’s a part of me wondering where we can be alone—not later, not next week, but right this fucking minute. My hand tightens on her hip. “Tomorrow, after we leave, come to Santa Cruz.”
“I can’t. My mom’s doing some big Sunday dinner.”
“Then Monday.”
Her eyes dance. “You’re going to make me wait a full forty-eight hours?”
She’s right. With the way she’s looking at me now, waiting even five minutes feels nearly impossible. Maybe there’s abathroom in the back of this place where we could…no, fuck, I’ve already been gone too long, and one of them will be in here any second now to see what’s up.
“I’m gonna try. And come back to the table with me. I don’t want you talking to those guys.”
She leans into me, her breasts brushing my chest, and goes on her toes. “Kiss me and I’ll consider it.”
God. “Daisy,anyonecould see us. Your baseball friends are watching. Please come back to the table.”
“Admit you were jealous.”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need me to admit it. Anyone watching us over the last five minutes is well aware.”
She waits with her brow raised.
I squeeze her hip one last time. “I was jealous. I’ve never been so fucking jealous. Now, for the love of God, go back to the table. And stop looking at me like that.”
She goes back to the table with an extra sway in her hips, and I tug at my hair in frustration.
There’s no way I’ll make it until Monday.
40
DAISY
Every minor irritation for the rest of the night is burned away by Harrison’s feral, hungry gaze.
Liam referring to me as Lazy Daisy is inconsequential. My mother telling anyone who will listen that I’m not studying enough for the LSAT is almost amusing. And I’m not sure where it’s going to happen, but there’s not a chance that Harrison’s waiting forty-eight hours to touch me. I can tell just by that grinding jaw and the way his gaze keeps flickering to me as we return to the house that he’s trying to solve the impossible. That even as we walk in the front door, he’s picturing pinning me to the foyer floor.
Inside, Emerson excuses herself to make a work call while Liam cracks open beers for the guys. “Let’s stay up all night drinking and surf at dawn the way we used to,” he suggests.
Caleb laughs. “We did thatonce, dude.”
Lucie yawns and then presses her lips to Caleb’s cheek. “That sounds awful. I’m going to bed.”
Caleb watches her walk away longingly. A hundred bucks says he now regrets inviting us all here.
“It’s after eleven, Daisy,” my mom says. “You should get to bed too.”
I guess the minor irritations aren’t so inconsequential after all. “I’m twenty-one, Mom. I actually choose my bedtime pretty successfully on my own and was already heading there.”
“Goodnight, hon,” she says, blowing me a kiss. “Don’t forget to brush your teeth.”
Oh. My. God.
