Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Daisy: ?
Drew: He said we were in the friend zone
Daisy: Did he say that? Weird.
The little faker! I know she said it because she said it to me, to MY face, not my brother’s.
Drew: Yeah, he said you said that.
Daisy: Huh….
Drew: So about that…
Daisy: Yeah?
Drew: Maybe we should go out, just to be sure.
Daisy: To be sure of what?
Drew: That just had me rolling my eyes.
Daisy: LOL, did it?? Weird.
Drew: You’re a real brat.
Daisy: You’re the first person who has ever called me that.
Drew: I highly doubt that.
Daisy: Only one of us likes to fib.
Drew: So are we going on a date or what?
Daisy: Wow. Is that seriously how you’re asking me out?
Drew: IDK, what do guys normally do?
Daisy: IDK, they’re WAY MORE POLITE??
Drew: Daisy, would you go out for a drink with me so we can see if we’re compatible? If anything, we’ll have a good laugh. No pressure.
Daisy: I can always go for a free drink.
Drew: You know a place that serves free drinks?!
Daisy: LOL no I meant you were going to buy me one. Ergo, I get a drink for free. **bats eyelashes**
Drew: Deal
My phone lights up, and Shannon Neighbor Bang—my nickname for her in my phone so as not to be confused with Shannon Freshman Sorority Girl—pops up on the screen.
She probably wants to know if I’m available for a fuck.
Am I?
Yeah, actually, I am.
But.
For whatever reason, I hesitate to answer.
Finger poised above the screen, it lingers there, hovering.
DECLINE.
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He told me words couldn’t express his appreciation properly, so he brought over a pizza and went down on me for an hour.
If you had told me two weeks ago that I would agree to go on a date with Drew Colter, of all people, I would have called you a damn liar.
It’s safe to say he is not only not my type, but he’s also not the type of guy who would consider me his type.
Wait.
Did any of that make sense?
But he is on the dating app, and we did swipe on one another, and he’s not terrible to look at, even if he is slightly over the top. It’s not as if my options are any better, and besides, it’s fun sparring with him, and by sparring, I mean flirting.
Accidental flirting.
Plus, Drew Colter has goals—and will probably have a big boy job once he graduates, which is more than I can say about some of the other guys I’ve had dates with in the past few years. I can count on several hands the number of dates I’ve had whose personal goals were to sleep in as long as they could on weekdays or be completely drunk on fake holidays, like St. Paddy’s Day.
Not to mention, Drew is tall.
And.
Hello, another guy walking around looks and sounds just like him…
Twins.
Mind. Blown.
I cannot imagine what that household must have been like for his mother, all those boys under one roof and boys that look like them? Whoa.
The brother, though, Drake was his name?
Talk about pompous.
He stood there and acted as if I were supposed to know who he was because he thinks he’s famous, and it had nothing to do with the fact I’ve been chatting and getting friendly with his brother.
Why would he follow me?
Does he do that shit to everyone, trying to recruit people for his little fan club? Must be a slow day at the office if he’s hitting up random girls noshing on french fries.
So thirsty.
In my limited experience with athletes, I’ve now encountered two of them in a short time. Allegedly.
Maybe that was actually Drew, and he was playing a prank on me?
Switching gears, I do what a normal person would do in this situation and hit the internet. Why I did not google this information earlier is beyond me.
Keyword: Drew Colter brother
A gallery of photographs pops up, along with the Wikipedia of the Colter family history, beginning with his father—an infamous football player turned sporting commentator—to the two older brothers. One who currently plays for Texas and the other who plays for Washington.
And twin pics.
Sooo many twin pics. Photographs of them as children, donning football uniforms. Prom pictures and pictures of their rookie football year at Wisconsin, how they ended up in the Midwest is a puzzle, considering they’re from Texas.
“Huh. So he wasn’t full of crap after all.”
My eyes stray to that cocky smile, the sparkle in those brown eyes, the messy, sweat-soaked hair.
Heart racing, I zoom in.
Perfectly straight teeth, high cheekbones, big hands.
How annoyingly good looking are these two?
Older brothers equally so.
What on earth was in the water growing up?
Give me some of that…
Drew: Deal
Drew: When should we make this happen?
Daisy: Er Idk. I feel like that’s up to you because you’re probably way busier than I am?
Drew: Actually, that’s false. I have nothing but time.
I highly doubt that’s true, but it’s kind of him to say so.