Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Drew: That’s not what I mean. A part of me has to constantly remind myself that you’re Grady’s sister, while the other part of me likes learning all the shit about you I hadn’t known before.
Tess: Well, that’s kind of sweet
Drew: Is it?
Tess: I said ‘kind of’ LOL
Drew: Brat
Tess: I am a brat, yes. Thanks for noticing.
Drew: So you’re unpacking—at ten o’clock.
Tess: I felt lazy when I got back and ended up on the couch scrolling and watching TV, and now I want to go to bed, but I have a pile on my bed and have to put everything away.
Drew: You’re not the “sweep it onto the floor and forget about it” kind of person?
Tess: Omg, no. Grady is like that, and it used to drive me nuts. Remember how we had to share a room until we were in like, middle school?
Drew: Yeah, I remember that.
Tess: He was such a slob it turned me into a neat freak, so here I am at 10:00 putting shit away. What are YOU up to right now?
Drew: Lying in bed talking to you.
Tess: What were you doing before that?
Drew: Gym. Eating. Shower
Tess: Long day?
Drew: Not anymore 😉
Tess: Are you FLIRTING with me? ’Cause that would be awesome.
Drew: Do you WANT me to flirt with you?
Tess: Kind of…. Is that bad?
Drew: Not bad. I’m just BAD at it.
Tess: How are you bad at flirting?
Drew: I don’t know how to do it. All I know how to do is chat with people and make conversation. How does a guy flirt?
Tess: I don’t know. Let’s google it.
Tess: Okay. I found this article
Tess: ** Sends Link **
Drew: “Ten Ways to Flirt with Your Crush That Will Get You Noticed In No Time?” LOLOL stop it. Be yourself? That’s not a way to flirt.
Drew: Suggest hanging out in a group? Oh, SO SEXY. LOL this list is trash.
Tess: I’m trying to be helpful.
Drew: None of that is helpful.
Tess: If you can do better, have at it.
Drew: **Sends Link **
Tess: 5 Ways to Become the Master of Flirting! Okay, this better be good…
Drew: I’m partial to Number 1
Tess: Head tilting?? How is that flirting?
Drew: It shows that you’re engaged in the conversation and also shows me if you have a long, sexy neck.
Tess: Oh lord… long sexy neck? Stop it.
Drew: Number 3: Lean in.
Tess: So you can see my boobs? Noted.
Drew: Yes, ma’am.
Tess: What about Number 4? Touching… Did you touch me when we were together? Eh, barely.
Drew: Right, but I wasn’t flirting. I was trying to keep my hands off you out of respect.
Tess: Okay, but did you WANT to touch me?
Drew: Obviously.
Tess: When?
Drew: When we were playing miniature golf—did you not see me staring at your ass in those short shorts?
Tess: Those were NOT short shorts LOL they were regular jean shorts.
Drew: If you say so.
Tess: I’m saying so.
Drew: Well, I still wanted to touch your ass in those. Or slap it.
Tess: See, now that’s what I’m talking about. Look away.
Drew: For real?
Tess: Yes, for real. And maybe I also wished you’d have put your hands on me. Like an accidental brush against my boobs or brushed past me when it was your turn to Putt-Putt.
Drew: I thought I did accidentally brush past you.
Tess: Uh, once—and it was actually an accident so I don’t think that counts.
Drew: Wait. I’m confused. You say accident, but you mean…on purpose?
Tess: Now you’re getting it…
Drew: Huh. I never would have known. You have a good poker face.
Tess: No one likes rejection, Drew.
Drew: I guess I can’t say what I would have done if you’d have said something when we were eating or playing golf.
Tess: Guess it all worked out the way it was supposed to.
Drew: When is the next time you’re going to be home?
Tess: Mmm, Thanksgiving? You?
Drew: Good question. Don’t know. We have a Bowl Tournament usually Thanksgiving Day, which sucks, but that’s how it is.
Tess: Yeah that does suck. It would be nice to see you.
CHAPTER 29
DREW
“IF A DUDE REMEMBERS THE COLOR OF YOUR EYES AFTER A FIRST DATE—YOU HAVE SMALL BOOBS.” – DRAKE COLTER
“I have a confession to make.”
I’m sitting in the kitchen, at the table with my brother, picking at a rotisserie chicken, too lazy to have cooked us an actual meal.
Our other brother’s girlfriend—and our roommate, Ryann—isn’t home tonight, so it’s just the two of us to fend for ourselves, not that Ryann makes us food.
We normally rotate the responsibility.
But when Ryann isn’t home, we don’t bother making anything at all. Sometimes, I even eat dinner out of a can.
“What’s the confession? That you took a piss with the toilet seat down?”
“Ha ha, very funny.” I pop a piece of meat into my mouth and chew. “No.”
“Is your confession that you forgot to transpose your typed notes into written notes in your Trapper Keeper?”
I wipe my fingers and stare at him. “Seriously? You think I’m only capable of nerdy shit? Gee, thanks.”