Page 63 of How to Win the Girl

No. But seriously…

Don’t stare at his arms, don’t stare at his arms, don’t stare…

My eyes stray to his arms, the tendons flexing as he moves his arm up and down, unaware of the way I’m objectifying him in my head, the veins in his forearms prominent.

Arm porn.

My weakness.

If Drew Colter notices menoticing,he doesn’t let on—or perhaps he’s so used to it he does not care. Or perhaps he’s hiding it well.

When he reaches forward to dig into the onion ring, his pec muscles flex, too.

The guy is ripped.

And ordinarily I’m not physically attracted to bulky, athletic meatheads, but he’s the perfect combination of muscular and fit and toned—without looking like a body builder. Which is all fine and good if you’re into that sort of thing, but I am not. Too many years dating nerds, I suppose, though Drew is wearing a preppy polo shirt.

“So. Tennis, hot dogs, bar food, reading, rainy days. What else are you into, Daisy Duke?”

Daisy Duke? That’s a new one. And the fact that he’s been paying attention to my likes and dislikes, remembering what I said in my dating bio.

“I love traveling.”

He nods. “If you could go one place in the world tomorrow, where would it be?”

I barely have to think twice about it. “England. Or Italy.” It’s a toss-up.

“Good choices.”

“Have you been?”

He nods again. “Yeah, my brother had a pro bowl game in London one year, and we went with him as a family. The city is awesome. Our mom dragged us to some fancy high tea and that was pretty awesome, too. Didn’t think I’d like it, but ya know what, those little cakes taste pretty fuckin’ delightful.”

“What about you? When you’re not playing football and studying, what is it you like doing?”

Drew thinks for a few seconds, responding slowly. “I like hanging out with my brother. I, uh, build models—nerdy things too, like LEGO creations.” He laughs.

“What kind of models?”

“Cars.”

Huh. Interesting.

That’s not something I would have guessed he would be into, solely based on our age, but then, what do I know about men my age? If I knew what went on inside their heads, maybe I wouldn’t be single.

“I haven’t put one together in a while, though,” he tells me, cheeks getting flushed in the most adorable way.

Drew Colter is blushing.

“What kind of shows do you like to watch?”

He gives this some thought, too. “I watch a lot of the History Channel and documentaries.”

I can feel my brows raising. LEGOS and the History Channel? My, my the big guy is full of surprises.

“Look what the cat dragged in. You could have just told me you had a date,Drake.” A girl is standing at the end of the table, wearing an incredulous expression on her face. She’s holding a cardboard box of takeout food. “So let me get this straight; instead of calling me back or texting me like a normal person, you avoid me altogether?” She barely pays me any mind, and I’m so fascinated I don’t want to interrupt by speaking. “Nice.”

“I’m Drew.”

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