##Chapter 7: DaisyBoth of our heads swivel. I shade my eyes to see who has dared to break away from the pack. Everyone on the BU football team knows that I'm Noah's cousin and therefore off-limits. Most of the guys treat me like a little sister. Which is fine by me. The last thing I want to do is cause problems between Noah and his friends.I rack my brain but don't recognize this guy, which means he's probably a freshman or transfer student. Behind my glasses, my eyes are free to wander over his body. And he certainly has a nice one.He thrusts out his hand toward me. "I don't think we've been introduced yet. I'm Tanner."I smile and do the same. His fingers close around mine and squeeze. The handshake is firm but not bone crushing. It's the perfect amount of pressure. That makes me wonder what else he can do with his hands."I'm Daisy." I nod toward my trusty sidekick. "And this is Olivia."I press my lips together to mask my amusement when Olivia perks up and thrusts
##Chapter 8: CarterWell, that conversation didn't go as planned. I'm not sure how it went sideways so quickly. Honestly, all I'd meant to do was encourage Daisy to cover up that delectable little body of hers. Instead, all I've managed to do is piss her off. And now, just to spite me, she's walking around in a tiny bikini that barely covers her tits.It's aggravating as shit. I drag a hand over my face, and it comes away with beaded sweat. It's hot as balls out here. What I need is another dip in the pool. But that would be ill-advised considering I'm rocking some major wood.My eyes narrow on the girl responsible for my current condition.Daisy must feel my gaze drilling into her backside because she glances over her shoulder and meets my gaze head-on and frowns. Even though she's wearing sunglasses, I feel the burn of them like a physical assault. It's been that way since the day we met. The attraction was instantaneous. The moment I laid eyes on her, I couldn't look awa
##Chapter 9: DaisyKeeping an eye on Carter's bedroom door from my perch on the kitchen counter, I dig into a heaping bowl of Cap'n Crunch. It's not exactly the breakfast of champions, but I don't particularly care.I need sugar pronto.My blood still simmers over my run-in with Carter yesterday. First, he told me that I'm the last person he would check out. Then he had the audacity to tell me that my bikini was too small. Every time I think about it, I want to throw something at his head.After that conversation, I steered clear of him for the rest of the day, which wasn't easy considering we were trapped at the same party. More than a handful of times, I felt the heat of his gaze on me. It took every ounce of my self-control not to bare my teeth and snap them at him. Carter has the ability to make me feel like a rabid dog.I hate that he holds so much power over me.It shouldn't come as any surprise that the king of hookups brought home a girl at the end of the night. It wasn
##Chapter 10: CarterAs I push through the doors of the small lecture hall for sociology, I pause and scan the tiered rows until spotting the back of Daisy's head. Even with her long hair pulled up into a bun, I would recognize that particular shade of blond anywhere.She's been absent from the apartment these past few days. I've been busy with football, so it's possible that we've just missed each other. But I doubt it.Daisy is operating under the assumption that I'm pissed about the crap she pulled the other morning.And I let her think it.But I'm not.Far from it, actually.Not that I would ever admit it to Daisy, but she did me a solid by getting rid of that girl so quickly. I had zero interest in meeting up with her later that night. The only reason I'd taken Jackie home in the first place was to get my mind off my delectable little roommate. Yeah, that turned out to be an epic fail.I shake my head and bite back a smile.That girl...Daisy's got a spine made of steel and
##Chapter 11: Daisy"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Olivia asks from where she's parked on the other side of the breakfast bar while I add eggs and oil to the brownie mix.Is this a good idea?Without question, it's the best damn idea I've ever had!"Yup," I proclaim, popping the P.Olivia hasn't voiced her concerns, but I can tell by her nervous demeanor that she's not a hundred percent on board with this plan. But I don't care. My mind is made up, and I'm moving forward. If Carter thinks he's had the last laugh, he can think again.Olivia gnaws her lower lip. I'm afraid if she keeps this up, it'll end up a bloody mess. I huff out a breath, well acquainted with what she's silently trying to convey. She thinks I'm being rash.Under normal circumstances, I love that Olivia and I balance each other out. I tend to be more of the leap-before-looking type, and she's more the look-both-ways-before-crossing-the-street-and-then-look-one-last-time-just-to-be-safe type. And I'll admi
##Chapter 12: DaisyMy mind tumbles back to freshman year. Even though Noah's parents live close enough for us to commute to school, Marnie and Craig thought it was important that we live on campus to get the full college experience. Noah roomed with Carter. And I would pop over all the time.I didn't have a problem with Carter right off the bat. When we first met, I thought he was sort of good-looking. Fine, I thought he was hot.There. I admitted it.I was a smitten kitten just like all the other stupid freshman girls on campus.But then he opened his big fat trap, said something jerky, and the lust that had rushed through my veins disappeared. Every time I saw him after that, he would go out of his way to be a dick. Plus, he was a major player, hooking up with different chicks every weekend. One right after the next. The guy is like a carnival ride that never stops punching tickets.Gross.Know what else I've noticed?He doesn't treat anyone else the way he treats me. The
##Chapter 13: DaisyIt's after six o'clock at night by the time I get back to the apartment. Olivia and I were hunkered down at the library longer than expected. And then, on the way home, we stopped and grabbed sandwiches from a deli on campus. Now that my belly's full, I can put in a few more hours of studying for my test tomorrow.I'm not one of those people who can waltz into an exam without glancing at the material and magically pull an A out of my ass. It doesn't work that way for me. If I want to see results, I have to put in the effort.Carter, on the other hand, has a photographic memory. It's just one of the many things about that guy that drives me bonkers. I've rarely seen him study. And he has a near-perfect grade point average. I know this because he makes the dean's list every semester.As soon as I open the door to our apartment, the smell of brownies hits me. I can't believe I forgot about them. For the first time since whipping up the dessert this afternoon
##Chapter 14: DaisyNoah pats his flat belly. "Yup. Did I mention how delicious they were? Almost as good as Mom's."I doubt Aunt Marnie's secret ingredient is chocolate-flavored laxatives."Yeah," I admit, my voice cracking on that one syllable. "You did."I wring my hands, trying to come up with a plan. Well, another plan. After this, there are no more plans. I'm officially resigning from plans.Should I come clean and confess that I doctored up the brownies or stay silent? I gnaw my lower lip in silent debate. I mean...it's possible the stimulant won't have any effect on Noah. He easily weighs over two hundred pounds. Probably more like two-twenty or even two-thirty.I narrow my eyes and look him over more carefully. Yeah, he's definitely packed on a few pounds. That should work in my favor.Just as that thought scampers through my mind, Noah shifts on the couch. His brows draw together as he lays a hand on his lower abdomen and rubs it. "I think I overdid it on the b