CHAPTER 21.
DAISY'S POINT OF VIEW.
My lips parted, but no sound came out. I swallowed the lump in my throat, my gaze narrowing towards him. "What 'him' are you talking about?"
He scoffed—one sharp breath through his nose and started turning his back to me as if the conversation was over. But I closed the distance behind him. I don't know if I was triggered by the fact that he was lying, Or if he was trying to guilt me into letting him touch me right now.
No, he doesn't get to throw accusations at me like that and walk away. Oh no, De-shawn. I wouldn't let you.
I closed the distance behind him, my steps soft but my chest pounding. I didn't even know if I was really triggered that he was lying or if a part of me feared that he actually believed what he was saying.
But something was rar
