"Ryle, I...''
Ryle pressed a finger on her lips and pulled himself up from her lap. He sat beside her and without giving her a chance to register what he was doing, he effortlessly pulled her to sit on his lap.
By the time Daisy came back to her senses, she could feel their proximity. He was so close to her.
''Don't rush to refuse me. Don't say that I am all good and fun but I am not your type. Even if that is true, don't say it on my face.''
Daisy looked at his face. His brows were tugged together as he said those words that seemed almost like a request. She instinctively reached out and smoothened the lines between his brows. Those were the words that she had uttered on a spur in front of Diana to convince her that there was nothing going on between Ryle and her. And to some extent, she was telling herself as well.
