Page 125 of How to Win the Girl

He shakes his head. “No. I haven’t thought about bangin’ you at all until tonight, I swear.”

My brows rise.

“That’s not what I meant.” He backpedals. “I do think about havin’ sex with you, just not all the time. I can keep my dick in my pants, I swear.” He’s babbling.

“I was teasing.”

“I know,” he lies. “But just so we’re clear—I do think about bangin’ you. And I might have also masturbated when I got home ’cause I can still smell you. I think you’re sexy as fuck.” Drake pauses. “I hope it’s okay for me to say that. I don’t want to offend you.”

“Remember when you kissed me and then apologized?” I remind him. “Don’t do that.”

“I only apologized because I wasn’t supposed to be kissin’ my brother’s date.”

True.

“You said something about masturbating tonight. Is that actually what you call it?” He wants to know, eyes curious.

“Honestly? No. Sometimes I call it jerking off—both are weird and both are masculine. Pleasuring myself?” I make a gagging noise. “Worse.”

Yuck.

“You are really something, do you know that?”

That sombers me up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re…incredible.”

“You think I’m incredible because I say things like ‘jerking off’ and ‘masturbating’?” That’s hardly remarkable—this is how my girlfriends and I talk.

“No, I think you’re incredible because you’re honest and aren’t embarrassed to talk about it. Don’t you think that’s half the battle?”

I do. “This is the strangest conversation I’ve ever had with a guy after only the first date.”

“Then we should probably get goin’ on the second one, which is the real reason I called.”

Oh yeah, that’s right.

Completely forgot.

“We’ve veered so off topic it’s not even funny.”

“That’s right. We went from you getting hot and bothered to your dick getting soft.”

“Aw,” I coo. “Are you trying to tell me I have big dick energy?”

He blinks. “Yes?”

“You don’t sound sure.”

“It’s not something I’ve thought too much about,” he says honestly, making me laugh.

“That’s probably a good thing.”

We’re quiet for a few moments; I rack my brain for something new to talk about, but I also cannot stop staring at his upper body. His smooth skin, wondering how he’s so tan.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

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