Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“I mean, I may want to blow you instead.”
“Ahh. Who am I to deny you that?”
He hasn’t really denied me anything, unless you count the fact that he refuses to buy olives when I put them on the list for snacks.
Dallas hates olives.
No matter how many times I beg, he refuses to eat them, even on pizza.
Other than that?
It has been awesome.
I wouldn’t have moved in with him otherwise.
The tip of his index finger traces my nipple until it gets hard. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”
He has. “Twice.”
We’ve said it every day, repeatedly voicing our gag-inducing love for each other since we first confessed our feelings.
Love.
Dallas never thought he’d find it, and when Tiffany pulled that stunt? He thought he’d lost it.
Silly boy.
It would take a lot for him to lose me now.
“I love you so much, baby.”
bonus epilogue
Drake
My brother is a mess when it comes to dating.
No, not Dallas, and certainly not Duke.
I’m talking about Drew.
I shake my head as I watch him chatting up one of the university’s rowers in the athlete cafeteria, watch as he leans against the table with his arms and ankles crossed, the bread between my teeth poised to be torn apart.
This IRL display is better than any on-screen drama, and I get a front seat.
For whatever reason, my twin brother has decided now is the perfect time to start dating. Now is the time he wants to look for love.
My brothers are dropping like flies. First Duke gets himself shackled to Posey, then Dallas has to go and copy him. Not that I blame him—Ryann Winters is the fucking coolest.
Obviously, some things have changed since Dallas went and got himself a girlfriend. Mostly he wasn’t sleeping at the house as much, and I can’t have sleepovers with the neighbor girls anymore since Tiffany went and fucked him over, ruining the fuck-buddy situation I had going with Shannon and the brunette.
Yes, both of them.
My eyes linger as Drew tries his hand at a joke the girl clearly doesn’t find humor in.
He tries telling it again.
“Don’t do it,” I mutter, transfixed. “Don’t repeat the joke.”
He repeats the joke.
Cringe.
Listen, I love my brother. He’s my fucking twin and my mirror image, but that’s where the similarities end.
Where he is kind and smart, I’m…a ballbuster and make dumb decisions.
Where he feels pushed into playing football because we all play football, I love the game so much it flows through the blood in my veins.
Flows through… Wait. It flows like the blood in my veins? Rushes like the blood?
Fuck it, I don’t know.
Not great at metaphors.
I chew my bread, torn between walking over to save Drew from what’s sure to be a tragic letdown and leaving it alone.
Practice makes perfect, after all, and he’s putting himself out there; that’s all that matters.
How is this chick not picking up what he’s throwing down? My twin is fucking adorable! A regular Mr. Nice Guy. A prince among men!
She looks irritated.
Drew, bless his heart, is not picking up on her non-verbals, which is no surprise to me but surely irritating as fuck to her.
“Give the guy a shot,” I mutter, rooting my brother on. He might have an awkwardness when it comes to women, but at least he’s giving it a go, yeah?
Wouldn’t it be nice if these girls saw the value in vulnerability?
Jesus Christ.
My lunch loses its flavor.
What’s wrong with these chicks? They’d rather date an asshole than a nice dude who comes off as a bit too awkward at the onset?
Granted, none of those assholes are trying to chat them up in the cafeteria while they’re trying to eat their biggest meal of the day, but whatever. Give the kid a break.
I can call him kid ’cause he’s three minutes younger than I am, which also makes me older.
Yes, I keep track of that shit.
Sighing, I pick my tray up, appetite spoiled.