Page 52 of How to Win the Girl

Daisy:I can always go for a free drink.

Drew:You know a place that serves free drinks?!

Daisy:LOL no I meant you were going to buy me one. Ergo, I get a drink for free. **bats eyelashes**

Drew:Deal

My phone lights up, and Shannon Neighbor Bang—my nickname for her in my phone so as not to be confused with Shannon Freshman Sorority Girl—pops up on the screen.

She probably wants to know if I’m available for a fuck.

Am I?

Yeah, actually, I am.

But.

For whatever reason, I hesitate to answer.

Finger poised above the screen, it lingers there, hovering.

DECLINE.

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daisy

He told me words couldn’t express his appreciation properly, so he brought over a pizza and went down on me for an hour.

If you had toldme two weeks ago that I would agree to go on a date with Drew Colter, of all people, I would have called you a damn liar.

It’s safe to say he is not only notmytype, but he’s also not the type of guy who would consider mehistype.

Wait.

Did any of that make sense?

But he is on the dating app, and we did swipe on one another, and he’s not terrible to look at, even if he is slightly over the top. It’s not as if my options are any better, and besides, it’s fun sparring with him, and by sparring, I mean flirting.

Accidental flirting.

Plus, Drew Colter has goals—and will probably have a big boy job once he graduates, which is more than I can say about some of the other guys I’ve had dates with in the past few years. I can count onseveralhands the number of dates I’ve had whose personal goals were to sleep in as long as they could on weekdays or be completely drunk on fake holidays, like St. Paddy’s Day.

Not to mention, Drew is tall.

And.

Hello, another guy walking around looks and sounds just like him…

Twins.

Mind. Blown.

I cannot imagine what that household must have been like for his mother, all those boys under one roof and boys that look like them? Whoa.

The brother, though, Drake was his name?

Talk about pompous.

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