Page 62 of How to Win the Girl

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Once I was trying to be sexy and unzip his pants with my teeth.

My braces got caught in his zipper and I was stuck for a good ten minutes.

“’Course I havetime to date. Would I be tawkin’ to you if I didn’t?”

His Southern drawl floats across the table, making the butterflies in my stomach flutter, forcing me to take another bite of the greasy onion ring in my hand to keep my mouth and hands busy.

“Sure. Plenty of people talk online when they’re bored.”

I know I’m right because I’m guilty of doing it, on and off the apps at random. Delete them. Download them.

Delete them.

“Not me.”

My eyes roam his face; his handsome face, a scar in the center of his eyebrows.

I point at it with my pinkie finger. “Where’d that scar come from?”

Drew lifts his hand, fingers pressing against is. “Got clocked by Derek Spinner’s bony elbow in peewee football back in elementary school.”

“You remember that?”

“Hell yeah. You always remember having to get stitched up at the hospital.” His chuckle is deep. “All twelve times.”

“Twelve times!” I manage to croak out, mouth full of chicken meat, half forgetting we’re here to determine if there’s physical chemistry between us given all the flirting we’ve been doing recently.

“Haven’t you ever had to go to the hospital for like, broken bones or anything?”

“Sadly, no. I had a very uneventful childhood, no broken bones or stitches.”

“Did you play any sports?”

“Tennis.”

Drew pulls a face, then recovers it as if remembering the look is rude. “Oh, tennis. That sounds…fun.”

“It is.” I laugh. “You should try it sometime.”

Drew considers this, nabbing a chicken wing and dipping it in the ranch. “I’d probably be really good at it.”

Of course he would say that. “What makes you think so?”

“’Cause I’m good at literally everything.”

The way he says it and pronounces the words it sounds like he’s sayingGood at literally every-thang.

Everything? I want to ask. Like sex?

Now why on earth would my brain go there? He hasn’t said one remotely perverted or sexual sentence, yet here I am, thinking about oral and foreplay and sexy sex.

Duh, ’cause it’s been so long.

A vibrator can only get a girl so far, and I’ve used mine so much I’m surprised I haven’t been electrocuted from the shocks, ha ha.

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