Chapter Ten
Beck
Maisie stood in front of me, her curls tumbling around her shoulders. I didn’t think I’d ever seen her with her hair down before. It was a sight to behold—pure glory. Her curls alone were sinful, so wild and unruly. She always had them in a ponytail or shoved under a baseball cap. Her wide eyes held mine. I was close enough to see the flutter of her pulse in her neck. It was a relief to know she felt something, though I doubted she was as caught up in desire as I was. I’d been out of my f*****g mind over it ever since I’d kissed her last week.
Running into her at dinner the other night had only made matters worse. Maisie was showing me the limits to my control, an entirely unfamiliar feeling for me. There were so many women passing through town all summer long that it w
