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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.
Flick your drink coaster onto the floor,
Thats smart actually
“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.”
I am so sick of being an accessory to some guy’s life.
Yes girl!
His mouth slides into a lazy, flirty smile. “You want flowers, Darcy? I’ll buy you flowers.” I huff a laugh. I can always count on Hayden to lighten the mood. “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.”
“You have to make eye contact when you toast,” Hayden explains, like it’s obvious. I nod. “Or you have seven years of bad sex.”
Thats a new one
Hazel and Pippa exchange another one of those weighted glances. Rory looks at Hayden, and there’s something in his eyes that I can’t read either. Jamie just stares at Pippa like she’s a snack he wants to eat.
Hayden walks through the living room to the patio doors, sees the garden gnome peering in the window, and nearly jumps out of his skin. “Jesus fuck! No!” He shudders. I’m doubled over laughing. “Where did that come from?” “Oh my god, it’s Daniel!” I put on a huge, welcoming smile and wave at the creepy porcelain gnome I bought earlier today. Tears sting my eyes, I’m laughing so hard. “He finally found where you live. He said he’s been searching for you.”
I need the backstory
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.
“Don’t settle for anything less than a guy who worships the ground you walk on.” Like me, the voice in my head says, but I ignore it.
“Owens said you looked like the love child of a fairy sprite and a cupcake, and I see exactly what he means.”
“Those aren’t office appropriate.” “That’s rich from someone with four teeth.”
“It’s only manipulation if it works.”
I mean-
“Fucking them has become a craving that you can’t ignore.”
don’t want things to stay the way they are,” I whisper, and his mouth crashes to mine.
Took long enough
