My name is Daisy, and I was nineteen when everything changed. I had always been the quiet girl next door—books stacked on my nightstand, good grades, never any trouble. Still a virgin. I barely even kissed a boy before. s*x was something I read about in secret, something that made my cheeks burn and my stomach flutter, but never something I thought would happen to me.
Then Jake moved in next door.
He was twenty-eight, tall and broad, with tattoos covering his arms and chest. He worked on cars in his garage most evenings, usually with his shirt off. From my bedroom window I could see the way his muscles flexed when he lifted tools, sweat running down his back, the way his jeans hung low on his hips. Just watching him made my heart race and a strange warmth pool between my legs.
One hot F
