Chapter 30: Daisy

##Chapter 30: Daisy

I want to laugh, but don't think I can muster the sound. Here's a little-known truth that I've only recently admitted to myself. I want Carter Prescott. I've wanted him since I first laid eyes on him, even though I've pretended otherwise.

"I want this, Carter," I whisper.

Lust flares to life in his eyes before he snuffs it out.

"This is your last chance to back out," he says gruffly. "We can forget this ever happened."

I prop myself up on my elbows.

Forget this ever happened?

I raise my fingers and trace a path over my lips. They tingle from the pressure of his mouth pressed against them.

Forget about that kiss?

"I'm not going anywhere." It's scary to admit, but I don't want to hold back. "I want you."

Doubt and desire flicker across his face. He's struggling with what we both want. It won't take much for him to walk away.

I need to up the ante.

Not giving myself time to consider the ramifications of my actions, I sit up, grab the hem of my tank top and w