Page 48 of Hooking Up

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Walker: You're welcome to try.

I kind of want to.

I want to pull off my t-shirt and send him a picture of my bra.

Then to lose the bra and send him that pic.

I…

I can't believe how much I want him thinking of me.

Touching himself to thoughts of me.

I barely know him.

Iris: You're going to turn me into a sex maniac.

Walker: That's the goal.

Iris: Why's your sister crashing?

Walker: Fuck. Boner killer. Maybe I should give you a few tips about game.

Iris: Probably. It's been a while.

Walker: She's between places. She'll stay with my parents after this.

Iris: They still in Beverly Hills?

Walker: In a five-bedroom, three-bathroom with a pool.

Iris: You walked away from a pool?

Walker: My complex has a pool.

Iris: Whew. You have some sense.

Walker: No swimming for two weeks.

Iris: I won't. I promise.

Walker: After the two weeks, I'm going to take you surfing.

Iris: You are?

Walker: Yeah. I want to teach you.

Iris: Why?

Walker: Can't a guy have intentions besides seeing a babe in a clingy wetsuit?

Iris: Can he?

Walker: You ever surf?

Iris: No.

Walker: Then let me teach you.

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