Page 118 of How to Win the Girl

I moan into her mouth when our lips meet, our tongues mingling. Wet. Warm. A tangled dance that gets more frenzied by the second, my lips straying from her mouth to her jawline, gently sucking their way down the column of her neck.

Below her ear.

Her collarbone.

The pulse in her neck…

…back up again.

The kiss is hot.

My dick? Hard.

The air around us sizzles with electricity as we explore each other's mouths, our bodies pressed tightly together.

“Are you sure you won’t change your mind about datin’ me?” I murmur to the delicate spot below her ear as she shivers, pressing a hand against my chest to give herself some space.

The cool air between our bodies is an unwelcome guest.

“Kissing me is not going to change my mind. Nice try, though.”

“Just shootin’ my shot.”

“I have to think about all this, Drake. I need some time.”

Still. “You just called me by my name.”

“I mean, what else should I be calling you? That’s your name.”

But she’s been calling me Drew for the past few weeks and hearing my own name on her lips is an entirely new sensation; one I didn’t realize would feel so fucking good.

“Can I call you at least?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“Okay then.” I breathe out, relieved. “Night, Daisy.”

“Good night, Drake.”

I step back, stepping off the sidewalk and onto the grass so she can enter the house without me crowding her, watching as she closes the kitchen door behind herself, listening to the deadbolt click into place.

Daisy gives me a small wave through the window and like a turd on a windowsill, I give her a little wave back.

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Drake:

Fun fact, I have zero chill.

Daisy:

??

The fact that I only waited two hours to text you means I have zero willpower.

Is that a bad thing?

No. But aren’t there rules that say I have to wait 3 days? Or like wait for you to text me first?

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