DAISY POV
I woke up alone.
I rolled a little to the side, reaching out with one hand, but the space next to me was empty. Diesel was away, but the sheets still carried his smell — tobacco, leather, and that dark edge that made my stomach tighten.
Oh myyyy…
I yawned, stretching slowly, and inhaled that scent again. It filled my lungs and sent warmth spreading through my body.
Before the soreness hit me.
A dull, sweet ache between my thighs. My n*****s felt instantly sensitive against the fabric of his shirt. My lips were still a little swollen. Even my tongue felt tired. The bandages on my feet pulled when I moved and that reminded me how crazy I ignored the painful pain coming from this leg and begged Diesel to…
Just remembering the Daisy of yesterday makes me bury my face in the pi
