Page 3 of How to Lose at Love

“I am not doing that. It’s rude.”

“Have you officially hadthetalk?”

“What talk?”

I wave a hand in the air. “You know—the talk. The one where you say, ‘Are we girlfriend boyfriend? Are we seeing other people or just banging each other?’ That talk.”

His brows furrow in confusion. “People do that?”

How the hell should I know! “Seems like it would have been a good idea.”

“Well, no. We didn’t have that talk…”

“And you said you barely have sex?”

“I mean, there’s no time.”

No time to have sex?

I hold up my hand, stopping in my tracks. “Did you have sex with her?”

I realize it’s none of my fucking business what goes on in his bedroom, but it would shed some light on some of their issues as a couple—again, not that I’m an expert…

Diego hesitates longer than I’ve ever seen any man hesitate.

“No.”

“Are you jokin’ me right now?”

Diego stands there looking like a wet turd. “I’m just not feeling it, man—she’s giving me sister vibes.”

Oh shit. Sister vibes?

Yikes.

That’s a huge problem—but notmyproblem.

It’s his.

“Jesus Christ, kid, and you let it go two months before you’re going to say something to her?”

“She’s too nice. I don’t know how to tell her.”

Too nice?

What the fuck does that even mean?

I know most guys like to date bitches. They love a girl with an attitude problem, big tits, and a mouth that sucks, so I get it. I get how he wouldn’t want to continue dating someone who’s too nice, but I’m not sure what that actually means.

I clamp my giant paw on his shoulder. “I’ll tell you how. You rip off the Band-Aid in one pull. Do yourself a favor and send her a text. You’ll never have to look her in the face again.”

“My mom would kill me if she knew I broke up with a girl in a text message,” he mutters.

“So you plan on running to your mama to tell her you broke up with a girl?” I scratch my beard at that. “Does she even know you’re datin’?”

“No.”

“Then shut the fuck up about it and stop being a chickenshit.”

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