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Share Us
Twenty minutes later, Daisy and I were in my truck and on the way to Westwood’s. We’d already made a stop at a local deli for breakfast, both of us getting egg sandwiches, and once we’d both gotten through a good portion of those sandwiches, I thought it was the perfect time to have some conversation.
As much as I’d told myself I wasn’t going to go there, my curiosity got the best of me, especially when I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing Daisy. “So, how did you sleep last night? Did you have any more dreams you want to share with me?” I questioned her.
“If I did, I don’t remember it,” she replied.
After coming to a stop at a light, I glanced over at her, saw she was smiling, and felt the corners of my mouth tip up. “I’d like to think if you had that kind of dream, and I was in it with you, you wouldn’t be forgetting it.”
Her face lit up as soft laughter escaped. “You’re probably right about that.”
I returned my attention out the windshield, noted the light had changed to green, and started driving again. “Is it safe to assume you were up early this morning, since you were ready fifteen minutes before I showed up?”
“Not only was I up early this morning, but I had trouble falling asleep last night,” she revealed.
I could only hope she was experiencing the same I was. “Any particular reason for that?” I pressed, unable to keep the optimism out of my tone.
Daisy scoffed. “Like you don’t already know.”
“You know what they say when you assume things,” I retorted, glancing over at her briefly. She lifted a brow just before I looked away. When she made no move to add anything else, I pressed, “Come on. Tell me what made it difficult to sleep.”
The air in the truck grew silent. It had stretched on for so long, I started to think Daisy had no intention of sharing anything additional with me. And that blew my mind, considering she had no problem yesterday morning revealing what had happened in her dream the night before.
Just as I was about to say something again, Daisy finally satisfied my curiosity. “I was thinking about you.”
My hand gripped the steering wheel just a bit tighter as I lifted the last bite of my sandwich to my mouth. Before I popped it in, I asked, “Were you thinking good things about me?”
“Mostly,” she confessed.
Since I had food in my mouth, I didn’t respond verbally. But I shot her a questioning look, hoping she’d understand what I was seeking.
I lucked out, because after she inhaled deeply, she shared, “I’ve enjoyed these last few days immensely, Forrest. I expected to show up in Scarlet Valley, make the effort to snowboard before growing frustrated with it, then go exploring the rest of the resort and town. Everything had sort of started out just as I predicted, but then I met you. And I’ve had a lot of fun with you. But things took a turn last night.”
My body tensed. It was probably a good thing I had refused to assume anything about why she’d struggled with sleep last night. She had said she’d been thinking mostly good things about me, but this wasn’t heading in a direction I expected. In fact, it sounded like it was about to be all bad news.
“Things took a turn?” I repeated, the question lingering in my tone.
Following a beat of silence, Daisy explained, “It was the kissing.”
And here I thought that had been the best part of all the time we’d spent together. Doing my best not to react negatively, I asked, “Was it not good for you?”
Nothing about the way Daisy had reacted yesterday when the two of us kissed, both before and after dinner, had indicated to me she didn’t enjoy it.
Fuck.
Had she been repulsed by the kiss I’d given her this morning?
“It was wonderful,” she murmured. “Your kisses were the best of my life.”
I felt like I was experiencing emotional whiplash. And though I liked what I’d just learned, there was no question I was utterly confused. “Sunshine, I think I’m going to need you to clarify. Because what you just said implies that you enjoyed kissing me, but barely a minute ago, you said things took a turn. I’m a little confused.”
If I thought Daisy had struggled to share anything with me at any point in time since I’d met her, I was wrong.
All I’d done was ask her for some clarification, and she couldn’t seem to respond. I took my eyes off the road again to look at her. Surprisingly, she was staring at me.
My eyes darted back and forth between her and the road several times, neither of us saying a word.
Eventually, I couldn’t take it any longer and asked, “Are you okay? Is something wrong?”
“What did you just say?”
