Page 36 of Sin Bins and Second Chances
“Daisy.”
“It also made me a little horny, and that just seems weird. Like, what’s wrong with me for thinking I enjoyed it for multiple reasons?”
I give her hand a squeeze. “Nothing, you’re perfect.”
“Nobody is perfect.”
“You’re perfect for me.” I wait for her to argue, but thankfully, she doesn’t. “I know you got a little worked up. I could tell, but it wasn’t about that, not in that moment. It can be a sexual thing, but last night it wasn’t about that.”
“But sometimes?”
“If you want to explore that, yeah. We can try as much or as little as you want. I wasn’t going to bring it up today, but there will be days or times where I will. All I ask for is your honesty and trust.”
“You have it.” Her eyes stay on mine.
“Now. About the game this weekend. I need you to stop wearing the jersey with your cousin’s name on it and start wearing mine. There’s one in my bag I brought for you. Please.”
Daisy laughs. “Oh, I saw it when I was grabbing this shirt.” She tugs on the sleeve of the one she’s wearing. “I already hung it up in my closet.”
“Yeah?”
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll put it on for you with nothing else,” she teases.
I groan at the thought of her in just that, ignoring the good boy comment… for now.
Chapter Eighteen
DAISY
It’s been two days since Ethan came over and refused to leave my side. I don’t know how to feel about it. It’s nice not being alone, but it’s also weird that I’m not. He left for hockey practice a while ago, and I’m grateful for the moment.
I spent the first hour prepping the dough for the bread and scones. It was easy at first, not overthinking things. I had something else to focus on. As I finished prepping the last of it, I was left with nothing but my thoughts. It wouldn’t be time to bake any of it until tomorrow morning.
My phone dings nearby and I move to wash my hands again and pick it up. It’s a message from mymom with a selfie of her in front of aWelcome to Irelandsign.
Me: I didn’t know you were going to Ireland too! I need even more pictures.
Mom: We decided to change our plans and make the trip a little longer. I’m not going to be getting in on Friday like the original plan.
I’mnervous that we are going to be away from one another longer, but I’m also excited for her. My mom deserves to see the world. I hope to one day see it for myself.
Me: That sounds amazing. When are you planning on returning?
Mom: Two weeks from Saturday. The girls and I are having so much fun. But I wish you were here too. Maybe someday we can do a fun big trip like this.
Me: I would love that. Keep me posted and keep sending me photos so I can live vicariously through you. I love you, mom!
Mom: Love you too, sweetie. Are you getting ready to load the farm stand for tomorrow afternoon?
Me: I am. I’m waiting for the dough right now so I can put it in the fridge until tomorrow morning.
Mom: Your aunt sent me an interesting message yesterday.
That’s notout of the ordinary. They’re sister-in-laws and act like best friends. Our family is close. I hesitate to reply, though. All I can think aboutis how the day played out on Sunday at my grandparents. I knew I’d seen a certain look on both my grandmother and aunt’s faces. They knew something was going on between me and Ethan.
I didn’t understand it at the time and yet, so much has happened since that moment. I haven’t even told my mom he’s back in town.
Me: Oh yeah.
