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)
I’m also not trying to hear about a sex ban.
I don’t even know what that is.
“I propose we keep our hands to ourselves for the next five dates.”
I stop chewing and gaze across the table to judge her sincerity.
“You want to keep your hands to yourself for the next five dates?” I can live with that, I think.
“No. Us. Both of us keep our hands to ourselves.” She laughs, eating more pancake. She looks so fucking adorable when she chews, nibbling like a squirrel, nose scrunched up.
“And you want to do this because…”
“So we can get to know each other on an emotional level and not just physical.”
She’s making no sense. I do like her on an emotional level.
“Daisy. I’ve spent more time talking to you in the past three weeks than any woman I’ve ever met, including my mother. Do you know the last time I video chatted with a female? Never.”
And I mean never.
“I think for my own peace of mind, I’d like to at least try it.” Her tone is firm; she’s already made up her mind that this is what she wants.
“Where did the number five come from? How’d you decide five dates was the magic number?”
She shrugs. “It felt like a good number? Three is too few, and eight seems like too many.”
I have no idea what to say to this logic.
None whatsoever, but me being at a loss for words around her is nothing new.
“If this is what you want, we can give it a go.”
There isn’t much I can say about it, unless I want to cut her completely loose, yeah?
Five dates.
It’ll be like hell week my freshman year on the football team when we got hazed by the older players to prove our loyalty and shit like that.
Yeah.
Five dates. I can do it, no problem.
“Really? You’re cool with it?”
“Sure.”
In my pants, I feel my dick go limp. Whatever hope the little guy had for a casual rub over the jeans next to the truck as we kiss goodbye is gone, the chub I had when I laid my eyes on her a puff in the wind.
A fart, if you will.
“Does this count as a date?” I wonder out loud, taking an entire egg off the plate in front of me with my fork and putting the whole thing in my mouth.
“Breakfast?”
“Yeah.”
She shakes her head. “Now you’re grasping.”
thirty-seven
daisy
You know that tingling feeling you get when you’re with someone? That is the common sense leaving your body.
Now you’re grasping…
“Can’t blame a guy for tryin’.”
He’s taking entire forkfuls of his breakfast and shoving it into his mouth as if he hasn’t had a meal in days, wolfing it all down in the time it takes me to eat one pancake.
“Maybe we could do something tonight? That would be date one?”
Drake nods, still focused on his food. “Sure. ’Kay, we can do somethin’ tonight.” He pauses. “What should we do tonight?”
“I don’t know? Maybe we could…” I glance around the restaurant, looking for ideas as if there were any to be had. “See a movie?”
Last I checked, there were nothing but horror films and sci-fi playing—or worse, those comic book movies—but I suppose it doesn’t really matter what the movie’s about. It’s the being together part that counts, yeah?
Drake is nodding. Chewing and nodding. “Let’s do it. I love eating at the movies.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Two hot dogs, nachos, and popcorn? Sign me the fuck up.”
That makes me laugh, reminding me again how goofy and carefree he is.
“What about you?” he asks. “What do you eat at the movies?”
“Erm, I don’t know. Snowcaps? Chocolate? Popcorn.”
“Are you plannin’ on putting your hand in the popcorn bucket at the same time so you can touch me by accident?”
I laugh again. “I’m sure we’ll accidentally touch hands in the popcorn bucket.”
“Does that count for our no-touchy-touchy rules?”
“There are no no-touchy-touchy rules. It’s more about not putting a dick in a vagina or a tongue in a vagina or dick in a mouth.”
Drake’s mouth falls open, shocked. “You won’t let me say pussy at ten in the mornin’, but you can casually throw out dick and vagina? How is that fair?”
“Those are literal names for body parts.” My chin tilts up authoritatively.
“They literally are not.” His laugh is a low, sexy baritone. “Nowhere in any medical textbook does it call a penis a dick.”
“Fine. You got me on a technicality.” I take a second to pick off a piece of croissant and eat it. “Movies aren’t all that sexual anyway. We should be safe.”
“Should being the operative word.” He wiggles his brows suggestively.
“If you think you can make the movies sexy, be my guest. Have at it.”
“Don’t say shit like that unless you mean it as a challenge ’cause, honey, I can make the movies sexy.”
I blink. “How?”
“Didn’t you ever make out at the movies when you were younger?”