DAISY POV
Diesel pulled me tighter against his chest, one strong arm locked around my waist while his other hand gently stroked my hair.
“These tears are itching me more than the damn eggs,” he murmured against the top of my head, his voice low and rough.
A shaky laugh slipped out of me before it dissolved into another sob. My fingers clutched his shirt desperately, as if letting go would make everything fall apart again.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, voice breaking. “I didn’t know… I just wanted to do one nice thing for you.”
“You did,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then to my tear-streaked cheeks. His lips were warm, patient, grounding. “The breakfast tasted good. Having you there made it better.”
He shifted slightly and winced. The stitches on his shoulder must have
