Page 65 of How to Lose at Love
She sounds like every single girl who has ever touched my body, rubbed my arm, grabbed my bicep, copped a feel with orwithoutmy permission.
I can’t decide if she’s fucking with me or not.
Probably, considering she’s told me a million times she’s not interested, isn’t sexually attracted to me, I’m not her type, and we lack chemistry.
Still.
There goes that dick…
At the same moment it twitches in my pants, further confusing the situation I’ve created, Drake is ushering the two twits from next door into the kitchen.
The three of them stop short.
Three sets of eyes gaze at me, move down my body, over to Ryann.
“Oh, hello.” Ryann greets them cordially as if she didn’t know they were descending on us. “How’s it going?”
“Hi.” The newcomers regard her warily from the doorway. I catch the blond one touching my brother at the waist to get his attention back on her and not on Ryann and me…
…as Ryann slides her hand across my back and around my waist, resting her palm on my ribcage.
I glance down at the top of her head.
Sniff it.
Apples and flowers…
Like a limp cock, my arms hang at my sides, unable to move.
Meanwhile, my brother’s eyes volley back and forth from my face—to that hand on my ribs—to my face.
I shrug at him.Dude, don’t ask me what’s going on.
“I’m sorry,” the neighbor girl says. “We haven’t met. What’s your name?”
She doesn’t introduce herself first as she watches Ryann from my brother’s side. I want to flick her away; she’s irritating me already, and they’ve only been in the kitchen two minutes.
“My name is Ryann.”
I notice Ryann doesn’t ask them what their names are, merely smiling politely at my side.
Ignores them to say, “Babe, should we go watch a movie upstairs?”
Babe?
Drake’s eyes widen again.
“Uh…sure.”
I grab a bag of chips from the top of the fridge to occupy myself once we disappear upstairs before nabbing two water bottles, too.
I follow behind Ryann like a puppy when she makes for the second story, hand trailing along the banister. I watch it glide along the smooth wood all the way up the damn stairs.
Her ass—which is eye level the entire way—sashays in my face.
This is her idea of practicing so this bullshit is believable?
Shoot me now.
