Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Women can’t stand us. No idea why when we’re so charming.
“Whew.” Daisy lets out a relieved breath when the server appears, two plates in his hand, setting the onion rings and wings in the center of the table. He asks if he can bring us anything else.
“More napkins? And ranch?”
He nods and disappears.
“So switching gears.” A giant onion ring gets plunked into the ranch dressing as soon as the dude comes back. “When is the last time you had a girlfriend? Like, do you have time to date? You seem busy.”
I rack my brain for information about my brother, fruit of my loins.
“Of course I have time to date. Would I be talkin’ to you if I didn’t?”
sixteen
daisy
Once I was trying to be sexy and unzip his pants with my teeth.
My braces got caught in his zipper and I was stuck for a good ten minutes.
“’Course I have time to date. Would I be tawkin’ to you if I didn’t?”
His Southern drawl floats across the table, making the butterflies in my stomach flutter, forcing me to take another bite of the greasy onion ring in my hand to keep my mouth and hands busy.
“Sure. Plenty of people talk online when they’re bored.”
I know I’m right because I’m guilty of doing it, on and off the apps at random. Delete them. Download them.
Delete them.
“Not me.”
My eyes roam his face; his handsome face, a scar in the center of his eyebrows.
I point at it with my pinkie finger. “Where’d that scar come from?”
Drew lifts his hand, fingers pressing against is. “Got clocked by Derek Spinner’s bony elbow in peewee football back in elementary school.”
“You remember that?”
“Hell yeah. You always remember having to get stitched up at the hospital.” His chuckle is deep. “All twelve times.”
“Twelve times!” I manage to croak out, mouth full of chicken meat, half forgetting we’re here to determine if there’s physical chemistry between us given all the flirting we’ve been doing recently.
“Haven’t you ever had to go to the hospital for like, broken bones or anything?”
“Sadly, no. I had a very uneventful childhood, no broken bones or stitches.”
“Did you play any sports?”
“Tennis.”
Drew pulls a face, then recovers it as if remembering the look is rude. “Oh, tennis. That sounds…fun.”
“It is.” I laugh. “You should try it sometime.”
Drew considers this, nabbing a chicken wing and dipping it in the ranch. “I’d probably be really good at it.”
Of course he would say that. “What makes you think so?”
“’Cause I’m good at literally everything.”
The way he says it and pronounces the words it sounds like he’s saying Good at literally every-thang.
Everything? I want to ask. Like sex?
Now why on earth would my brain go there? He hasn’t said one remotely perverted or sexual sentence, yet here I am, thinking about oral and foreplay and sexy sex.
Duh, ’cause it’s been so long.
A vibrator can only get a girl so far, and I’ve used mine so much I’m surprised I haven’t been electrocuted from the shocks, ha ha.
No. But seriously…
Don’t stare at his arms, don’t stare at his arms, don’t stare…
My eyes stray to his arms, the tendons flexing as he moves his arm up and down, unaware of the way I’m objectifying him in my head, the veins in his forearms prominent.
Arm porn.
My weakness.
If Drew Colter notices me noticing, he doesn’t let on—or perhaps he’s so used to it he does not care. Or perhaps he’s hiding it well.
When he reaches forward to dig into the onion ring, his pec muscles flex, too.
The guy is ripped.
And ordinarily I’m not physically attracted to bulky, athletic meatheads, but he’s the perfect combination of muscular and fit and toned—without looking like a body builder. Which is all fine and good if you’re into that sort of thing, but I am not. Too many years dating nerds, I suppose, though Drew is wearing a preppy polo shirt.
“So. Tennis, hot dogs, bar food, reading, rainy days. What else are you into, Daisy Duke?”
Daisy Duke? That’s a new one. And the fact that he’s been paying attention to my likes and dislikes, remembering what I said in my dating bio.
“I love traveling.”
He nods. “If you could go one place in the world tomorrow, where would it be?”
I barely have to think twice about it. “England. Or Italy.” It’s a toss-up.
“Good choices.”
“Have you been?”
He nods again. “Yeah, my brother had a pro bowl game in London one year, and we went with him as a family. The city is awesome. Our mom dragged us to some fancy high tea and that was pretty awesome, too. Didn’t think I’d like it, but ya know what, those little cakes taste pretty fuckin’ delightful.”
“What about you? When you’re not playing football and studying, what is it you like doing?”
Drew thinks for a few seconds, responding slowly. “I like hanging out with my brother. I, uh, build models—nerdy things too, like LEGO creations.” He laughs.