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

by Sara Ney

God, I like him so much. Drown in his goodness. His kind spirit and pure heart. The romance of his second language. Sweet brown eyes and beautiful smile.

waiting on her lips, words she wants to say. Adoration in the bend of her brow and the depths of her pretty blue

eyes.

Rhett “Just spit it out—it’s like ripping off a Band-Aid.” Jesus, whatever it is, I wish she’d say it. Put me out of my damn misery. She looks nervous. Guilty. What the hell could be so hard to say? Is she seeing someone else? Is she dumping me? Fuck—that would kill me. “Laurel?” I can barely get her name past my lips, the stretch of her silence making me want to fucking vomit. When she opens her mouth,