Page 196 of How to Win the Girl

“I’m sure deep down inside there are actual emotions—like deep, deep down inside, but yeah—the guy who actually locks her down is one unlucky bastard.”

“Let’s not talk about her anymore,” Daisy tells me. “My vagina is clenching up and not in a good way.”

We both bust out laughing, me from the casual way she just blurted out the words and her from having said it.

Vagina.

What a fucking weird word, eh?

“Thanks for you know, being cool about this bullshit. I probably could have done a better job breakin things off but I wasn’t thinkin this would happen.”

“Lesson learned,” she says. “Don’t stick the dick in someone you’re not serious about because this is the shit that can happen.”

“Yeah. I got that loud and clear.” I pause. “We’re good now?”

She nods. “We’re good.”

“Then why are you sittin all the way over there when you should be over here, on my lap?”

“I should be on your lap?”

Duh. “Yeah.” Obviously.

“You want to cuddle me in the park?”

“Somethin like that.” Kiss her, cuddle her—whatever.

Daisy gets up, moving around to my side of the picnic table and coming to stand behind me. I swivel so I can pull her between my legs, face eye level with her boobs, kissing the skin on her neck since it’s directly right there.

“Speaking of vaginas,” she laughs, giving my chest a push with her hands.

“Vaginas what’s-this-now?”

Daisy shrugs. “I don’t know. It might have missed you.”

I blink.

“It might have missed me or it did miss me?”

“Did.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

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It’s been a long day. I need one of those hugs that turns into oral.

He’s lucky.

If I were even a little bit irrational, I would have blown this entire situation out of proportion and started a fight. I feel like that’s what my girlfriends would have done; created more drama when there was none necessary and dragged this discussion out but the reality is?

I have no interest in it. What I have an interest in is kissing him and moving on.

Do I consider this one strike? As in, three strikes you’re out?

Perhaps.

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