Chapter Twenty-Three
Tristan
I held the door open at Daisy’s place, and she walked through in front of me. I couldn’t say why but we always stayed at her place. Well, perhaps I could say why. I liked it. My flat was perfectly fine, but it wasn’t as warm and inviting as Daisy’s. Everything about her place screamed Daisy with it’s brightly colored rugs and throw pillows scattered on the couch. It was also warm and comfortable…as she was in ways that made it hard for me to think about.
I closed and locked the door behind us. It briefly crossed my mind that I was assuming I’d be spending the night here. I toed off my shoes and glanced across the room. She was walking through the archway into the kitchen, her hips swaying with each step. She must’ve come straight to dinner from the office be
