George laughed, short and breathless, like he couldn't believe himself as he looked at her. "I think I really went crazy."
"No, you are crazy from the start," Daisy shot back, wiping her mouth like his presence had left a taste she couldn't stand.
His shoulder still throbbed from where she'd bitten him. There was a faint stain of red on his collar, and yet, instead of fury, his eyes gleamed with something more dangerous and a bit of amusement.
"You bit me," he said, almost admiringly. "Like a wildcat."
"I'll bite harder next time." She glared.
He chuckled again, low and disbelieving. "God, even when you're fighting, you're… beautiful."
Daisy stared at him like he'd just confessed to loving poison. "You need help."
"And yet, I'm here offering you some." His grin faded just a little, replaced with something rawer, quieter. "You're the only thing I've ever chased this far."
Her spine stiffened, jaw clenched. "I didn't ask you to."
"You didn't have to."
