Page 85 of How to Win the Girl

I almost toss my cookies when their foreheads touch and they rub noses.

Is this a joke?

It has to be a joke.

I look around, feeling trapped in my own skin and my own kitchen, with no escape.

“Are you sure you don’t want to watch a movie down here? Together?”

“Together? No.” Drew cocks his head and informs me that, “Two is company, three is a crowd.”

He goes to the counter and grabs two apples, a bag of popcorn that’s been sitting there, open, for at least a week, and goes to the fridge for two waters. Then he snags a bag of chocolate chip cookies while he’s at it with a wink.

“Gonna need fuel.”

Fuel. “For what?”

“You know.” This from Daisy, who wraps her arms around my brothers waist, squeezing.

Where was all the PDA when she and I were on our date?

“No,” I say, point blank. “I don’t know.”

“I’ve missed him so much.” Daisy wraps her hand around my brother’s bicep and squeezes. Which, by the way, they’re not nearly as ripped and big as mine—a fact I can’t point out or I’ll sound like a megadouche.

Missed him so much?

Clingy much?

They don’t even know each other! So what the hell are they doing, going up to his room and snuggling and getting all cozy like they’ve been in a relationship for months.

Because she thinks he’s you.

So?

Seriously, what the fuck. They’ve been on one date.

One.

Correction: She andIhave been on one date.

Iam the one who was talking to her.

What the hell is Drew doing acting a fool, acting like he knows her?

For real.

What is going on?

Is my jaw clenching? It feels like it is.

I rub it to be sure, wishing I’d shaved this morning but didn’t because I was feeling hella lazy.

“Are you okay, bro? You look like you’re gettin’ sick.”

“I’m fine.”

Leave me alone.

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