Page 40 of The Secret Roommate (Accidentally in Love 4)

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Aaron, no.

Josh, another Josh, Dylan, and Josh.

“What’s with all the Joshes?” I muse, not swiping on a single one of them.

More than one guy looks like he wants to hide me in his basement and put the lotion in the basket, and I shiver, imagining what a creepy date those would probably be.

Scroll.

Scroll.

Then…

I go back to that list of men who have already swiped on me to see if I missed anyone cute during my hunt, and see that familiar face again, heart racing.

Why would he swipe on me?

Why not just ignore me?

Is this a joke? Did he swipe on me so I’d know he knew I was on a dating app?

My face gets red with embarrassment.

He knows I’m on a dating app.

Shoot me now.

But he’s on the app too.

So? The man is the last person on the planet who needs a dating app to find women. Give me a break. He’s just wasting time.

But…

He did swipe on me.

What would be the harm in swiping back?

If only as a joke.

One… two…

On three, I squeeze my eyes shut—like a total idiot, chickenshit—and swipe right on Duke Colter, my screen lighting up with a blinding YOU HAVE A MATCH!

Oh God.

Why did I do that?

I kick my feet beneath the covers like a teenage girl who’s just been invited to the school dance by a cute boy, butterflies working overtime inside my stomach.

The app wants me to send Duke a message, even giving me several suggestions for opening lines, but there’s not a chance in hell I’m going to take the first leap. Not when I have no idea why he matched with me in the first place—no way.

So I move along, doing my best to slow my speeding heart, having to pee but not daring to go into the hall.

YOU HAVE A NEW MESSAGE FROMD.

I snicker, stomach roiling.

Shit.

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