Page 56 of How to Score Off Field

TESS

MY BEST FLIRT: I DISLIKE A LOT OF PEOPLE…BUT I DON’T DISLIKE YOU.

He can’t rememberthe last time he had sex?

How is that even possible?

Drew is the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen up close—his twin brother doesn’t count even though they’re identical because Drake has a gap between his teeth, and gaps are not my thing.

So, in my opinion, Drew is way hotter.

By a landslide.

Miranda’s words continue echoing in my brain, on a loop:“Tess, I love you. So hear what I’m about to say coz I’m only going to say it once. If you do not fuck that guy, it’s over between us.”

If I do not fuck Drew Colter…

Who says shit like that?

And better yet, who lays in a bed with a guy considering seducing him to save face with their girlfriend in the morning? Cause Miranda is going to come home and she’s going to ask, and what will my brother have to say about it if he found out?

Scratch that. Fuck my brother, he’s the reason half these guys refused to ask me on dates.

He’s the reason Drew never took me seriously.

But he’s not here now, and we have the apartment to ourselves. No one to hear us but the walls.

Drew continues keeping his distance, an invisible wall built between my body and his. He doesn’t so much as roll forward an inch, even when I move my hand to the middle of the mattress to gauge his interest.

He is stone.

Ugh.

This is torture. I want to climb on top of him, rub my boobs in his face, make him want me.

What is it going to take to get this guy to touch me?

An engraved invitation?

Yes, dipshit.

It’s called consent and he isn’t the type of guy who is just going to make a move without a flashing green light.

“I’ve…got to use the bathroom,” I blurt out, moving off the bed. Walking around it to the door, which is closer to his side of the small bedroom.

The bedroom feels even smaller now that there are two of us in it; when it was just me in here, it felt roomy—and when I make it to the bathroom and catch sight of myself in the mirror…

Whoa.

Holy hell, Miranda was right, my tits do look fantastic in this top! I had no idea how sheer it was, but oh my god!!

I turn this way and that, puffing out my chest like a peacock, admiring my boobs, not actually needing to pee but needing a second of privacy so I can regroup mentally.

What am I supposed to do now that I admitted I had a crush on him and he barely reacted to it?

“You’re Grady’s sister.”

No shit, I’d wanted to say. Big fucking deal.

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