Page 7 of Love to Hate You
“Yeah, I think it turned out to be a bust.” There’s no two ways about it. Total bust. With the help of yours truly, thank you very much. But I keep that part to myself.
Noah shakes his head. “That girl runs through guys like I go through underwear.”
I chuckle.
Even though I nudged this crash-and-burn along, he’s right. Daisy is a serial dater. She has a habit of flitting from one guy to the next like a bee in a field of wildflowers, getting into relationships that fizzle out after a few weeks. It’s amusing to watch from the sidelines. But the last thing I want is to see her get involved in something serious.
That would probably kill me.
I drag a hand over my face, needing to purge thoughts of Daisy Thompson from my brain once and for all. Getting laid would probably do the trick.
For a while.
Luckily, there’s more than enough options at this party for me to choose from.
I make eye contact, flash a smile, and a girl moves in my direction. I don’t realize until it’s too late that she’s a dead ringer for Daisy, with the same hair color and curvy figure.
The semi I’ve been rocking turns into the full-fledged deal just thinking about banging Daisy.
Fuck my life.
