Page 75 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“Lucky for me, I happen to know a mechanic who restores classic cars.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. “You don’t have to buy me business.”

“I’m not. I need a car if I’m going to stay in Winter Falls.”

“You’re staying in Winter Falls?”

I shrug. “I don’t have anywhere else to go and I like it here.” I like one person in particular.

“Even if you can’t buy beer here?”

I nod. “Even if.”

“Even if you have to stay sober?”

“Not buying beer kind of implies staying sober.”

“I’m not joking, Gibson. I don’t know if I can be with a man who drinks.”

I rush to her. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

She blows out a breath and stares off in the distance. “I have a bad record with men and relationships.”

I grasp her hands. “And I have no record with women and relationships. Together we’ll figure it out.”

“You’re sure?” The insecurity in her eyes nearly brings me to my knees. My sassy girl should never be insecure.

I pull her close and wrap my arms around her. “I wouldn’t ask you to take a chance on me if I wasn’t sure.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

My head lowers, my mouth intent on meeting hers, on tasting her again. But she places a hand in front of her mouth to stop me.

“But no sex.”

I’m confused. “No sex?”

She nods. “No sex. I’ve always jumped into the physical part of a relationship and then regretted it later when it turned out the guy I’m ‘seeing’ is a complete meathead who thinks women should cater to his every whim.”

“I don’t want you to cater to my every whim. And I’m not a meathead.”

She raises her eyebrows. “You aren’t? You didn’t offer to bankroll my business in front of the entire town?”

“I was desperate for your attention.”

“Desperate?”

“I hadn’t seen you for days.”

“And whose fault was that?”

“Mine. I’m the idiot here.”

“It’s good you recognize your faults.”

I chuckle. “And I suppose you don’t have any?”

“Well, it is kind of annoying how often I’m right.”

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