Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

After seeing the blank look of shock on Logan’s face when I confessed my lie, I got nervous and kept babbling. I was like some kind of old, rusty fountain that just kept spewing up junky water. I told Logan I wouldn’t make him dance with me and promised to pay for his tux (which in all honesty, I can’t really afford) and said it was a fake date anyway since I lied. And then, I said he’d be saving me from being set up with a guy who only liked me for my boobs. I cringe now, just remembering that I actually said boobs to Logan. I swear when the word came out of my mouth, his eyes twitched and his face tensed, like he was trying to hold back a Pavlovian response to glance at my chest. To his credit, he kept his eyes locked on mine. I ended the runaway mouth train by reminding him it was not a real date, just one night, and that it wasn’t marriage. Yes, I also said the word marriage. To a guy who hasn’t agreed to go on one date that’s not even a real date. It was like I studied a primer on how to scare a guy off. I could star in the sequel to How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days—How to Lose a Guy in Ten Seconds. Which was worse: talking about my boobs or mentioning the M-word? Or lying in the first place when he said he hates people lying about him? I’m honestly not sure. I don’t tell all of the embarrassing details to Mia, but it’s like she knows. Probably because I can hide nothing from her. She knows how I’m always about one breath away from dropping my practiced poise and slippin...