Page 185 of How to Win the Girl

You know. I’m sore between my legs from all the sex.

It would have been more if you hadn’t kicked me out.

Yeah, luckily—cause Stella barged in first thing in the morning.

Who cares if she sees us in bed together??

I have to WARN her first, what kind of a friend do you think I am?

Warn her about what, my massive dong?

Omg. Never call it a dong ever again.

Not making any promises. I like the word dong.

I’m gagging.

I only want you gagging on one thing and one thing only…

Your massive DONG?

See, I knew you’d come around…

And I’ll be awake. I’m not really that tired, so I’m gonna watch a movie. If you need a break and want company, I’ll leave my phone on.

That’s sweet of you. Thank you.

I got you, babe….

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It’s not you, it’s me…finally realizing how terrible you are for me.

He’s waitingfor me outside of my English class, looking every bit of a book boyfriend hero. Not that I’ve read a book in a while—it’s been ages—but when I used to read romance…this is the type of hero I would conjure up in my fantasies.

Tall.

Dark.

Handsome.

His head is bent, and he’s looking at his phone, barely making eye contact with the students passing by in droves; students who arenoticeablytrying to get The Drake Colter’s attention.

Drake is most likely purposely avoiding them so he can be left alone.

He likes his privacy as much as he enjoys the spotlight.

“Fancy meeting you here.” I remember mentioning I had class, but I’m shocked as hell to see him waiting outside for me.

“Hey.” Drake kisses me on the forehead. “Need me to carry anything?”

He’s got a large duffel bag draped over his shoulder but still offers to take my backpack.

“No thanks, I’m good.” It was sweet of him to ask, though.

Generally, I wouldn’t call Drake sweet. It isn’t one of the keywords I’d use if someone asked me to describe him.

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