Chapter Eight
Daisy
I stood outside the entrance to the research wing at the hospital and gathered my nerve. I didn’t even know if Tristan was here today. The last time I’d seen him was when he made a smooth exit from my place after he’d blown my mind a few nights ago. I’d been restless and jumpy, literally buzzing with a burst of energy after having the most amazing o****m of my life. I kept replaying that entire night—everything from the fun we had over dinner to the way his hands and mouth felt on nearly every inch of my body. I have no idea why I’d leapt off the bed and gone to devour that crazy chocolate dessert we’d brought home from the restaurant. The dessert itself had been sublime. Yet, Tristan had used that opportunity to cover his gorgeous chest with his shirt and depart. I w
