Chapter Eleven
Tristan
A soft drizzle started to fall as I drove back to Daisy’s place. I forced myself to keep both hands on the steering wheel, although the sight of her bare thighs was an unholy temptation. Yet again, she was wearing a skirt that was just a tad too short for my sanity. I’d walked through that damn gallery, watching her hips swing and wondering what it would feel like to flip that skirt up and slide my hand between her thighs for over an hour. That’s what had led me to shove through that door and kiss her.
I knew I was out of my mind with what I’d just proposed, but I didn’t care. I was hanging my sanity on the hopes that a month of Daisy would burn out the chemistry between us. It was a long, taut drive to her duplex. By the time we arrived, I was beyond caring about
