Page 124 of How to Win the Girl

“Oh, hittin me with my whole name, are ya?” His grin makes my heart skip a beat. “Alright. Hit me with it. What are you thinkin’ ’bout?”

“Well…you’re right. I was getting hot and bothered.”

I watch as his brows go up. I knew they would, he’s becoming predictable.

“Like turned on?”

I nod, wishing again that I wasn’t wearing a muddy green crewneck sweatshirt and stanky joggers.

“Is that so?” He shifts around on the mattress impatiently. “Are you gonna tell me what those thoughts were?”

I sigh heavily. Dramatically. Twirl a strand of hair as if I were the type of girl who twirled my hair.

“It’s just that every time I move my legs, I feel the beard burn.”

“My beard burn?”

That makes me laugh. “Yes, your beard burn. Has anyone else had their face between my legs tonight?”

His expression is blank. “Is this a trick question?”

“Knock it off!”He’s ruining the mood.

“Okay, okay—tell me more about that beard burn. I’m listenin’.”

He is my captive audience, holding his phone a little too close to his face—as if in doing so, his face would be closer to me. Or my boobs. Or my body.

What a weirdo.

A hot, sexy weirdo.

“Every time I walk around, I can feel it.”

“Can you now.” His stare is intense.

I nod. “Mm-hmm.”

“Should I be apologizin’?”

Apologizing? “No.”

I wouldn’t call it a smirk, but the boy looks mighty pleased with himself.

“You know what you should do,” he says after a few seconds. “You should take your shirt off too, so we’re equal.”

A burst of laughter leaves my throat—a nervous, giggly sounding burst of laughter.

Oye.

“Take my shirt off?” Another bubble of laughter leaves my throat. “But you wouldn’t be able to see my boobs anyway. I’m holding the phone at the wrong angle. What would be the point?”

“Exactly.”

Is his logic making any sense? Er. Not really.

But he seems to think so.

“I’m not taking my shirt off so you can see my boobs. You can wait.” I grin at him. “Do you always have sex on the brain?”

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