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)
Yanking it from beneath my head, I cover my face with it.
Groan.
It’s going to be a long night…
twenty-five
daisy
That awkward moment you’re the friend always giving relationship advice but who’s always single.
“Pay up.” He snaps his fingers in my direction. “I knew he was going to come out of his room.”
Drew can barely wait for me to walk through the door before ambushing me.
“You didn’t technically win. And he didn’t come out of his room. He stayed in the doorway.”
“So? I was more right than you were—you said he wasn’t goin’ to bother openin’ the door at all.”
Goin’.
Openin’.
I cannot with their Southern accents.
Drew is holding out his hand as if he were looking for a hand-out.
I smack it like I’m low-fiving him. “What’s your palm doing out? We never laid out the terms of our bet.”
Ha!
“Dammit!” He laughs, lowering it. “Fine. Next time then.”
My eyes roll. “Sure, next time.”
Drew sighs, taking his place back in the desk chair, careful to maintain a distance, leaving me with the bed all to myself, though it’s big enough that if he wanted a comfy place to sit, there would be plenty of space for both of us.
“I can’t believe you told him we were playin’ truth or dare with oils.”
“Dude.” I laugh. “He looked appalled.” If I had my phone or a camera, it would have been the perfect time to take his picture.
“What else did he say?”
“Nothing. Mostly just grunted.”
“He was not gruntin’.” Drew laughs.
“Well, he wasn’t speaking in complete sentences, and he was annoyed. I don’t think he wants me to be here.”
“Pfft.” He scoffs. “That’s bullshit—he’s actin like a tool because he’s freakin out and doesn’t know how to behave.”
“I don’t know. He seemed indifferent.”
“Trust me, my brother is the master at faking shit.”
My brows rise. “That’s not a ringing endorsement, you know, faking shit. I’d rather have someone who was honest and who—”
“That’s not what I meant,” Drew interrupts. “Sorry for interruptin’ ’cause I know how it looks, but seriously. My brother isn’t a liar. For real, I still can’t believe he did this to me. To us.”
Guess I’ll have to take his word for it. “So now what do we do?”
I don’t want to stay holed up in this room all night. I have things to do and would rather be home in the leggings that have holes in the crotch and my extra-large crewneck; not this outfit thrown together so I would look cute but not like I was trying too hard.
At least this was a good distraction.
Because if we’re being honest with each other, I’d been falling for the guy I thought was Drew Colter—not the actual version of him, which is all fine and good. He’s a nice dude, just not…
For me.
And now that I’ve lost both of them, my heart…
Is a little bruised.
twenty-six
drake
Single? No, I’m not single. I’m in a relationship with my freedom.
“Dude, I think she’s my soulmate.”
“Did you just say dude and soulmate in the same sentence?”
My twin brother laughs, standing at the sink in the bathroom brushing his teeth, mouth full of foam.
He spits. “Yeah.”
“You just met her.”
Drew shrugs, brushing his straight white teeth in circles, talking about the toothbrush. “So? That’s the best part about soulmates—they don’t have to make sense. They just…” His sentence trails off as he searches for the perfect, poetic word. “Are.”
I had to wait those five seconds for that? “That makes no sense either.”
He ignores me, wiping his mouth with the hand towel and skirting around my frame, which is blocking the door.
“Anyway, I wanted to thank you.”
I scowl. “For what.”
“Introducing me to Daisy.”
I frown harder. “I didn’t introduce you to Daisy.”
“You get what I’m saying. If you had listened to me and left it alone, she and I never would have met.” He’s not concerned with the details, nor does he seem bothered by the circumstances behind the situation.
It’s uncharacteristic of my usually detail-oriented brother. Normally, he’d be asking a million questions and second-guessing me.
“Never say never,” I say. “You’re in the same class. You were bound to bump into each other eventually.”
Again, he is not fazed.
“Eh. We’ve been in that class for weeks and never set eyes on each other. We probably wouldn’t have crossed paths.”
“But you’re soulmates,” I remind him.
He brightens up. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I would have found her eventually.” Drew sighs, and I can hear it all the way from his room.
I wish he would stop acting like this wasn’t a big deal and stop acting like—
“Hey. Why were you pretending you already knew her? That makes no sense.” It’s the one thing I can’t figure out.
“What do you mean? Wasn’t that your plan?”
Yes.
“No. You were supposed to chat with her in the app and go on the date with her yourself.” I was not supposed to be part of the equation.