Page 91 of How to Win the Girl

And oils?

What oils?!

Essential oils or…

Sex oils.

Jesus Christ.

I turn the television on, not wanting to hear the sounds coming from down the hall, or the creaking of the house andgod forbid I have to hear the sound of a squeaking bed.

No.

Daisy isn’t the kind of girl who bangs some dude on date number two and neither is my brother, so the fact that they’re even playing truth or dare is putting me over the edge.

Daring?

Drew isn’t daring in the least, not by a long shot.

In fact, I can’t remember a single time he’s ever brought a girl home and hung out in his room. It’s usually the living room if they’re not down to fuck.

Not that he’s into that, either.

Drew is more of a relationship guy; I am not.

I am not.

Aren’t I?

Why am I even questioning this. I know what I want and don’t want, and I wasn’t on that dating app to catch feelings or a girlfriend—I was there for my brother.

Which I’ve pointed out to myself ten million times, yet here I am needing to drill it home again.

If I gave a shit, wouldn’t I be able to concentrate on something else instead of drowning out the noises in the house? Would I have gone in the hallway pretending I had to take a piss, just so I could accidentally bump into Daisy?

My brother’s girlfriend.

Drew’s girlfriend.

They went on one date, dude.

But we spoke for two weeks before that and had a blast,so they formed a connection.

We formed a connection.

So?

I have plenty of friends, and I can be her friend too once this stops being weird.

I punch my pillow at the same time I hear a loud, obnoxious laugh.

Yanking it from beneath my head, I cover my face with it.

Groan.

It’s going to be a long night…

twenty-five

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