Page 73 of Whatever It Takes
No edits. No gifs. No videos spliced together. I want to blame it all on time, but deep down I know it’s something else.
Something more.
Fuck it, I’m doing a questionnaire. I find the tag and click into the first one.
Current Location
I pop my head up just to see Daisy hoisting two cinnamon rolls in either hand. “My right bun is smaller than my left bun.” She speaks to her husband.
Ryke is sitting beside her. Teetering back on the legs of his chair, he glances right at her boobs.
Her graphic tee saysboo-fucking-tastic, and photographs of Daisy wearing that shirt have already spread over social media. To the point where the thing sold out on H&M in minutes.
Ryke focuses on Daisy’s eyes. “Your buns look fucking perfect to me, Calloway.”
The intense flirting is something I’m used to seeing from them, and it used to make me super happy. I think because Willow loves Daisy and Ryke, and seeing them together is a good thing—but now I just see two people in love. Who get to spend time together.
And I don’t have that. My stomach twists in horrible knots, my soda not settling well.
I’m bitter, I realize.
I hate being this bitter.
Daisy licks the icing off the right cinnamon roll and breaks into a huge laugh. “You’ll like this one.”
“Why’s that?”
“It’s really wet.”
Ryke casually uses two fingers to swipe some icing off the dough. Then he sucks them while staring too deeply into his wife. When he drops his hand, he says, “Not wet enough, sweetheart.”
I grimace.
I see Loren seriously cringing.
Current Location:pretty sure this is some circle of hell Dante hasn’t invented yet
The kind made for bitter souls.
Daisy barely lowers her voice, teasing Ryke. “Will you still eat me?”
HisI want to fuck youeyes answer her.
“Hey,” Loren snaps.
Both of them casually turn their heads to him. Like this is just another day, and conversations about oral sex and cum are completely normal.
Lo adds, “Lily wants you to stop flirting.”
Lily gapes. “I do not!”
Loren feigns surprise. “I could’ve sworn she said that you were making her nauseous.”
Ryke raises his brows at me. “Sounds like you.”
Mockingly, Loren touches his chest. “Never.”
I almost snort.
