The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

by Sara Ney

Tall and yet somehow stalky,

Stocky?

“Just because there’s a flyer up in the quad doesn’t mean he can’t get laid. Maybe it’s a fraternity prank—has that thought occurred to you?” “It’s not rush season. Why would anyone do that?” Oh my God, is she serious? Because guys are morons, that’s why.

Eric points the remote at the TV, hits pause. “Your cars were both at the library?” “Right.” “But she had you give her a ride home.” “Yeah.” He points the remote, hits play. “Uh, yeah—she wants to bone you.”

“So, obviously this bed is free—and the one next door. Where do you want to sleep?” “Honestly? I want to sleep wherever you sleep.” “You want to sleep in the same bed?” Shut the fuck up, idiot! I sound like I’m arguing with her—what fucking moron argues about sharing a bed with a pretty girl? Me.

“Yes.” “Really?” He pulls back to study my face. “Just like that, we get to leave and have sex because I asked for it?” “Yes,” I repeat, hands clasping around the back of his neck. “Huh, how fucking cool is that?” he muses. “It’s really that easy?”