I’m not doing anything wrong,’ Day rationalised to Daffodil as she walked down the hall.
‘No one said you were,’ Daffodil had an amused tone that grated Day the wrong way. When the door came up she stopped outside to lift her hand but didn’t knock.
‘You could just go talk to Cal,’ Daff chided. That comment was enough to spur her on. It had been ten days since she had last slept with Cal. This was now a competition of wills and, being the highly competitive person she was, Day was not about to lose. She knocked on Rhys’s door, hoping and praying the middle triplet was out. Her heart jumped into her throat when he called out to come in. She was screwed. She couldn’t walk away so she would have to go in.
“Hey sweetheart,” He sat up on his bed as she opened the door.
“Hi,” she said, unsur
