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On a date, though, Darcy should be more than fine. This guy should be falling at her feet, doing whatever he can for her attention. Darcy Andersen’s the full package. Smart, hilarious, and gorgeous, with pretty, pale-blond hair, sea-green eyes, and an adorable nose that turns up at the tip.
She’s Kit’s ex. She’s off-limits, and she’s her own person who can make her own decisions, but I think about some guy’s hands all over her, and I want to break something.
“I want to be like you.” “Devastatingly handsome?” She grins wider. “No, a player. Hayden, I want you to teach me to be a player.”
His mouth slides into a lazy, flirty smile. “You want flowers, Darcy? I’ll buy you flowers.”
“You know what I mean. I want to get all dressed up, go to a nice restaurant, be told I look pretty, and then go home and have sex against a wall.”
“Good girl.”
my birthdays have become a much quieter occasion. At the idea of turning a year older, my stomach knots with dread. Right. This feeling. This is why I don’t have big parties anymore. I hate turning a year older when my life feels so stagnant and misaligned. Like I’m on the wrong train track, going in the wrong direction.
She chose Kit over me, after all. If she wanted me, wouldn’t she have made a move at some point in the last eight years?
“She’s not my type,” I lie. “I like tall, dark hair, and curvy.” That’s the type of woman I date, but it’s not my type. My type is Darcy Andersen.
So… we’re not gonna talk about how crazy he was making decisions for her??
