Chapter 40: Chapter 40

“Is it okay?” Riva wasn’t sure exactly what she was asking. Nothing was wrong—she was having a great time—but she couldn’t quite believe that nothing was wrong.

“The blueberry? Yeah, it’s good.”

Daisy casually set the shake on the counter beside them, then rubbed the palm of her hand against her shirt, leaving a few drops of moisture behind. Every movement she made seemed hyperreal to Riva, as if it would be impossible to forget later. This had also happened with Benton. In the early days of their relationship, Daisy had often gone to bed at night and replayed every nuance of his facial expressions, analyzing them and snatching any excuse they gave to glow with pleasure or fret with insecurity.

“What about you?” Daisy was asking, forehead creasing with concern. “Is the blueberry good?”