How to Lose at Love (Campus Legends #1) Read Online Sara Ney

Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Campus Legends Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
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Gross.

Nevertheless, I watch said legs until they’re back on her own porch where she belongs.

I nod to Dallas, who says something to his brothers behind him inside the house before stepping onto the porch. Shuts the door and slowly ambles down.

Sigh.

fifty

dallas

“I’ll never forget the time I was at a friend’s birthday party playing truth or dare and someone actually dared me to go home.”

– Drew, about a party he went to in middle school

“Babe? Is anything wrong?”

Ryann has been lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling since she came home from class, lost in thought.

I arrived early to watch Duke’s football game at her place, bringing dinner and all, already killing it at this boyfriend game, the look of surprise on her face reward enough for the good deed of feeding her.

Burgers and fries, but hey—free food.

“Babe?”

I love calling her that, and I think she loves hearing it because every time I say it, she gives me a shy smile.

All day she’s been quiet.

I pause the TV, Duke Colter frozen on the screen as he stands on the sidelines wrapped in a thermal heated cape and having water sprayed in his mouth by a trainer.

That’s going to be me someday.

Possibly next season.

I shiver at the thought.

“Ugh, I can’t get that argument with Tiffany out of my head,” she says at long last, blurting out the issue without further prodding, one of the traits I love about her most—her honesty and forthrightness from the get-go.

“She just didn’t seem to get it.” Ryann breathes out slowly. “It’s irritating.”

“Why does that bother you so much?”

Ryann shrugs. “I have no idea.” Pauses. “And that look she gave me? I don’t know, I have a feeling she’s not going away.”

Yeah, probably not.

Stage five clingers like Tiffany are bottom feeders who never quite disappear the way you want them to. Instead, they linger, waiting for any scrap or crumb that gets left behind so they can latch onto it.

Any opening…

“Don’t let her bother you, okay? I’ll talk to the boys and let them know and that will be that. ’Kay?”

Ryann lifts her hand to my face, touching my cheek.

Gives me a slow smile. “Okay.”

I kiss her, leaning her back against the pillows of her bed, the Styrofoam hamburger container not too far out of reach. If it wouldn’t create a mess, I’d probably knock the damn thing to the ground so it’d be out of the way.

“Know what might make you feel better?” I whisper.

“Hmm?”

“If we play truth or dare.” The idea pops into my head, and though I’m not necessarily in the mood for games, she needs to get her mind off the freaking neighbor girl. The last damn thing I need is that chick ruining my evening—she’s done enough.

Ryann worries her lip. “Truth.”

I hum, using the tip of my finger to draw a heart around her exposed belly button.

“When did you know you didn’t hate my guts?”

Her eyes widen. “I never hated your guts.”

“Okay, but you didn’t like me at first…”

“No, I didn’t. It made no sense why you’d break up with me for Diego.” Who she still has had no contact with since the dumping.

“Maybe it was fate,” I tease.

She smacks my hand. “Ha-ha.”

But I’m serious. Maybe it was part of God’s plan, not to sound sappy and sentimental, but… “Everything happens for a reason, yeah?”

“Yes. Maybe.”

A few moments go by. “So? What’s your answer? When was the moment you started liking me?”

She shrugs, lying on the bed. “Not sure. Probably when you came and sat next to me in class that first day you realized I was in it. I didn’t exactly find it annoying…I thought you were cute.”

“Cute! You think I’m cute?”

She’s never called me cute before.

She rolls her eyes as if she’s embarrassed to have said it. “I mean, obviously you know you’re good-looking.”

Well, duh, but it’s one thing to have random people call you handsome or hot, to have your own mother tell you you’re good-looking. It’s another thing entirely to have the girl you have feelings for tell you she thinks you’re cute.

“I think you’re cute, too.” I kiss the tip of her cute nose.

Adorable and sexy.

“Truth or dare,” she says, getting back on the subject.

“Truth.” Obviously.

Ryann taps her chin as she comes up with a question. “Hmmm.” The lightbulb goes on. “Oh! When did you know you were attracted to me?”

I laugh. “There was a day in class I looked over and thought you were cute. You had your hat off, and at the time I didn’t know you were you. I just thought you were a pretty girl wearing a turtleneck.”

Ryann laughs too. “I like turtlenecks.”

“I know you do.”

And she looks sexy in them because they’re tight and make her tits look huge.

I grab a handful of them now, caressing her over her T-shirt, until she puts her hand on the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.


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