Page 140 of How to Win the Girl

“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?”

“No. Did you?”

“Well, no. But I see it in the movies all the time.” When Drake swallows, my eyes home in on his Adam’s apple and throat, then I swallow too. “No telling where hands can roam like that in the dark.”

I gulp.

This sex ban was a great idea, this sex ban was a great idea, this sex ban was a great idea…

Yup. So great.

thirty-eight

drake

Date One

This is goingto be a breeze.

The movies?

Please.

Give me a more difficult task to get through; sitting next to Daisy, watching a horror movie is like being at home watching a horror movie except tonight I get hot dogs and popcorn and other snacks.

I’ve already eaten half her chocolate—which it turns out, she’s pretty pissed about. She said she’d been “saving up” for them all afternoon.

Whoops.

If I thought she was pretty in broad daylight, Daisy in the dim, theater lighting makes me want to recline this seat all the way back and pull her into my lap, the cup holders separating us be damned.

They lift to create more room, but Daisy wasn’t having it. Already tried.

She brought a blanket; you think she’d let me put my hand beneath it?

Wrong!

“It’s like you’re wrapped up in a body condom,” I joke, side-eyeing her cocoon-like situation, legs wrapped like two bacon wrapped sausages. Or something.

Leave me alone. I’m horrible with metaphors.

“Thanks. I’m so comfortable.” She wiggles her feet, but I can’t see them under her fuzzy blanket with its boy band members’ faces—but she is holding the bucket of popcorn steady between us, and I sink my hand into it, rooting around for butter-soaked kernels.

The movie?

Eh.

Barely paying attention.

Zombies or some shit, the movie theater is replaying Halloween movies that are months old as part of some marathon. A theater that’s practically empty except for three teenage boys in the front row, the idiots. Who sits that close to the screen unless the theater is packed and those were the only available seats?

Dumbasses.

They’re loud and throwing snacks. I can see it from here.

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