Page 86 of Unsuitable

Is Kas giving me a hard time? Well, he was definitely hard a few minutes ago.

Before he realized whom he was getting hard for.

That douses cold water on the memory.

“No more than usual.” I wrap my arms around my chest. “What are you doing up here?” I ask him.

“Ran out of milk.” He grins.

“You’re always running out of milk. Do you guys just live on cups of tea?”

“And biscuits.”

“Can’t forget the biscuits. You ran out of them as well?”

His grin deepens.

“Lucky for you, there’s milk in the fridge and plenty of biscuits in the larder. I’ll grab them for you.”

“Before you do”—he stops me with a hand on my arm, which he quickly removes—“I, um…I wanted to ask you…” He shifts on his feet, running a hand through his hair, avoiding my eyes. “Well, I wondered if you’d want to have a drink on Thursday night?”

“With all the guys? Sure.” I smile at the thought of being invited to one of their outings.

“Actually…” He lifts his eyes to mine. “I meant, just you and me.”

“Oh.” Oh.

“I mean, it’s cool if you don’t want to—”

“No, it’s fine.” It is? “I mean, sure. Yes.” Daisy…what are you doing?

“Yes?” His eyes light up, his lips lifting into a big smile.

Shit, what am I doing? I like Cooper…but Kas…and I’ve already said yes.

“Yes,” I repeat with a smile.

His grin deepens. “Cool. Well, how about you give me your number, and I can text you to arrange it?”

“Sure. But, first, let me get you the milk and biscuits.” And bang my head against the wall while I’m at it.

I usher him to go inside first. Watching him round the corner, I let out a low groan.

Jesus Christ, Daisy, what the hell are you playing at?

Get kissed by Kas, and then get asked out on a date by Cooper—all in the space of twenty minutes.

Great going, Daisy. Really, well done.

I think I hear movement on Kas’s balcony. My head snaps up. I move back to get a clear view, but no one is there, and the sliding door to his bedroom is shut.

Must have been a bird or the breeze or something.

“Daisy? You coming or what?” Cooper’s high voice comes from the back of the house, snapping me back to the now.

On a sigh, I say, “Yeah, I’m coming.”

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