DAISY’S POV
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice cracking off due to the nervousness I felt.
"Safety measure. So no one barges in while we’re talking," he said, a touch of amusement in his voice.
“Harold, I don’t think this is a good idea," I choked out.
He raised his hand to brace himself against the wall next to my head, and the sudden closeness stole my breath away, making my head swim. His warm body pressed against mine, his scent overpowering my senses.
"Daisy," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky timbre against my ear. "This isn't easy, keeping my hands to myself. Every time I see you, I just want to..." he trailed off.
My heart hammered against my ribs, the speed serving as the background sound of our racing breaths. "We can't," I whispered back, my voice trembling
