Page 139 of How to Win the Girl
“Does this count as a date?” I wonder out loud, taking an entire egg off the plate in front of me with my fork and putting the whole thing in my mouth.
“Breakfast?”
“Yeah.”
She shakes her head. “Now you’re grasping.”
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You know that tingling feeling you get when you’re with someone? That is the common sense leaving your body.
Now you’re grasping…
“Can’t blame a guy for tryin’.”
He’s taking entire forkfuls of his breakfast and shoving it into his mouth as if he hasn’t had a meal in days, wolfing it all down in the time it takes me to eat one pancake.
“Maybe we could do something tonight? That would be date one?”
Drake nods, still focused on his food. “Sure. ’Kay, we can do somethin’ tonight.” He pauses. “What should we do tonight?”
“I don’t know? Maybe we could…” I glance around the restaurant, looking for ideas as if there were any to be had. “See a movie?”
Last I checked, there were nothing but horror films and sci-fi playing—or worse, those comic book movies—but I suppose it doesn’t really matter what the movie’s about. It’s the being together part that counts, yeah?
Drake is nodding. Chewing and nodding. “Let’s do it. I love eating at the movies.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Two hot dogs, nachos, and popcorn? Sign me the fuck up.”
That makes me laugh, reminding me again how goofy and carefree he is.
“What about you?” he asks. “What do you eat at the movies?”
“Erm, I don’t know. Snowcaps? Chocolate? Popcorn.”
“Are you plannin’ on putting your hand in the popcorn bucket at the same time so you can touch me by accident?”
I laugh again. “I’m sure we’ll accidentally touch hands in the popcorn bucket.”
“Does that count for our no-touchy-touchy rules?”
“There are no no-touchy-touchy rules. It’s more about not putting a dick in a vagina or a tongue in a vagina or dick in a mouth.”
Drake’s mouth falls open, shocked. “You won’t let me say pussy at ten in the mornin’, but you can casually throw out dick and vagina? How is that fair?”
“Those are literal names for body parts.” My chin tilts up authoritatively.
“They literally are not.” His laugh is a low, sexy baritone. “Nowhere in any medical textbook does it call a penis a dick.”
“Fine. You got me on a technicality.” I take a second to pick off a piece of croissant and eat it. “Movies aren’t all that sexual anyway. We should be safe.”
“Should being the operative word.” He wiggles his brows suggestively.
“If you think you can make the movies sexy, be my guest. Have at it.”
