Page 90 of How to Win the Girl

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Is it a one night stand if we do it again in the morning?

Naturally,I was standing in the hallway with my thumb up my own ass when Daisy opened the bathroom door, gawking at it as if it were a movie screen about to entertain me.

She did not look surprised to see me.

“I never in a million years would have gone out with him after he pissed me off in class, then had the audacity to match with me on the dating app.” She giggles, touching a long strand of hair falling over her shoulder.

Tee shirt.

Joggers.

Gray from head to toe but somehow fucking adorable.

“How did he piss you off in class?”

“He was annoying. Can’t sit still.”

“Because that class is fucking boring,” I mutter.

“Oh,” Daisy says. “Have you taken Mass Comm before?”

“No. He complains a lot, though.”

Her head tilts to the side, and it seems as if she’s studying my face, eyes straying to my eyebrows and hairline.

Stay homed in on that scar I have.

Surely, she’s noticed Drew doesn’t have one. Surely, she’s—

“Well. I have to get back. We’re about to play truth or dare, and he’s got the oils out.”

Oils?

What the fuck.

What does that even mean?

I bite my tongue.

“Have fun,” I tell her even though my gut is churning.

Her eyes narrow the barest of moments and if I hadn’t been studying her face, I wouldn’t have caught it.

But they did.

Interesting.

Rather than going into the bathroom as I pretended I had to do, I stay in the doorframe watching Daisy retreat back to my brother's bedroom. As she's walking, she glances over her shoulder and gives me a little smile and a little wave before slowly turning the knob and disappearing back inside.

I try to shrug it off.

I try telling myself that this is what I wanted. But there is no shaking this feeling; there's no faking that my stomach is in knots and this entire situation feels awful.

I walk backward into my room and shut the door before collapsing onto my bed for the second time tonight, arm falling over my eyes. I don't even have the temperament to stare up at the ceiling—I just want Daisy togo home,so I don't have to listen to them laughing and talking through the thin walls.

And what’s this bullshit about playing truth or dare.

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