Chapter 126 – The Big Plan

• To my chagrin, Christian just shakes his head and tightens his arms around me, turning me again in the bed so that I’m flat on my back and he’s on top of me, his weight balanced on his forearms. “Let’s not talk about it now, Daisy,” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to my neck and then to my chest right above where my sundress – which I slept in, too lazy to get changed into some of Christian’s pajamas – makes a deep v over my chest. I sink my fingers into his hair as he does, unable to help it.
• “Christian,” I murmur, a little bit of a pout in my voice. Because he’s being unfair and I want to know. I mean, if the plan is to really just hang out and boil more lobsters, then great – we can lounge around in bed and delay talking about it all we want.
• But from the way he’s acting, I know it’s more than that.