Page 127 of How to Win the Girl

I know I’m a good catch, if not for the single fact that my professional future looks likely to be on a national scale where I’ll be raking in millions—if I’m lucky. And if I don’t tear a ligament or break a bone.

Still nice to hear her admit it.

Another eye roll. “So modest, too.”

Her expression makes me laugh, my laugh changing her expression.

“It seriously annoys me how cute you are,” she huffs. “Seriously irritating. You’re so obnoxious.”

“Do I get your panties wet?” I blurt out without thinking first.

“What if you do?” she whispers.

“I consider that good news.”

“Good.” Her voice is still hushed. “Do I get you hard?”

“I thought we established that.”

“Did we?”

“I’m hard right now.”

My dick is throbbing, actually. Her voice, her tone, the look in her eyes are enough to get me hard without her having to talk dirty to me.

Is this what it’s like when you’re attracted to someone?

Yeah—I’m attracted to all the chicks I’ve fucked before I met Daisy, but it was surface-level attraction, if that makes sense. With Daisy, it’s like I’m attracted to her personality, too. I wasn’t planning on any of this happening, but now that it has, I could get used to this; the bantering and flirting and getting hard just looking at her pretty face staring back at me.

She’s not even in the same damn room, and she’s making me hard.

She’s not even naked.

She’s wearing an old ass sweatshirt, for fuck’s sake.

That seems enough to make me horny as hell.

I think Daisy could breathe on me and I’d get hard, and that’s where we’re at in our relationship.

Relationship.

That what this is?

I don’t dare fucking ask her. What if she tells me to piss off? What if she tells me she’s just entertaining her curiosity because I acted like a damn fool?

“How often do you jerk off?”

“Uh. Often enough.” No sense in denying it. “What about you?”

Her head wobbles back and forth. “Mmm. I just discovered vibrators. My roommate Gabby had a virtual sex toy party during the pandemic lockdown, and I bought like, three.”

Interesting. “Do you have a favorite?”

“Yes.”

“Could you be more specific?”

“It’s navy blue and buzzes so strongly that it’s borderline terrifying.”

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