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Tess: Okay, but did you WANT to touch me?

Drew: Obviously.

Tess: When?

Drew: When we were playing miniature golf—did you not see me staring at your ass in those short shorts?

Tess: Those were NOT short shorts LOL they were regular jean shorts.

Drew: If you say so.

Tess: I’m saying so.

Drew: Well, I still wanted to touch your ass in those. Or slap it.

Tess: See, now that’s what I’m talking about. Look away.

Drew: For real?

Tess: Yes, for real. And maybe I also wished you’d have put your hands on me. Like an accidental brush against my boobs or brushed past me when it was your turn to Putt-Putt.

Drew: I thought I did accidentally brush past you.

Tess: Uh, once—and it was actually an accident so I don’t think that counts.

Drew: Wait. I’m confused. You say accident, but you mean…on purpose?

Tess: Now you’re getting it…

Drew: Huh. I never would have known. You have a good poker face.

Tess: No one likes rejection, Drew.

Drew: I guess I can’t say what I would have done if you’d have said something when we were eating or playing golf.

Tess: Guess it all worked out the way it was supposed to.

Drew: When is the next time you’re going to be home?

Tess: Mmm, Thanksgiving? You?

Drew: Good question. Don’t know. We have a Bowl Tournament usually Thanksgiving Day, which sucks, but that’s how it is.

Tess: Yeah that does suck. It would be nice to see you.

CHAPTER29

DREW

“IF A DUDE REMEMBERS THE COLOR OF YOUR EYES AFTER A FIRST DATE—YOU HAVE SMALL BOOBS.” – DRAKE COLTER

“I have a confession to make.”

I’m sitting in the kitchen, at the table with my brother, picking at a rotisserie chicken, too lazy to have cooked us an actual meal.

Our other brother’s girlfriend—and our roommate, Ryann—isn’t home tonight, so it’s just the two of us to fend for ourselves, not that Ryann makes us food.

We normally rotate the responsibility.

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