There are many parts of herself Daisy can never be sure if they're all her, or Hunt. The way it feels to have someone like Erin beneath her, giving in, is one of those things. She has to take a moment to shake the thought loose before she can even distract herself from it by kissing Erin again, still sharp and rough and sloppy.

When she pulls back its to sit back on her heels and pull her own tank over her head, leaving her in a lacy bralette and leggings. She removes neither. She just shuffles forward to press her knee up between Erin's thighs and has to remind herself again not to go for the hair.