Blind Date with a Book Boyfriend

by Lucy Eden

The old Jordyn would never just buy a random book without knowing if she’d be spending the next five hours of her life with a duke, a billionaire, or bear shifter,

a summer tan though it was winter.

This was almost in every book i read

I looked down at my hand, replaced the book on the shelf, and picked up another one. “The Princess Trap,” he replied. I furrowed my brow at him and smiled.

She gave me the pointed look that every woman knows is code for Is this asshole bothering you, because I have a bat and a shovel?

I smiled at Mr. Princess Trap,

lol i like how she keeps changing the names

“You pick any one of these books.” He gestured to the display of mystery books. “If I can guess which one it is, you’ll let me take you to lunch…at a very public place.”

Mike was cute, funny, and charming. I wanted to know more about him. I wanted him to know more about me. Also, I wondered what it might be like to kiss him and— Shit. I think we’re on a date.

“So, what happened to the lady’s kid? Your mom’s patient?” “Oh, she’s been cancer-free for over thirty years. Our families still keep in touch, and I’m named after her.”

Ill cry rn

Mike had kissed me like it was the most important thing he would ever do in his life.

“I would dive into a million fountains for you, baby doll.”

I wish I’d met you three years ago.”

“Go to sleep, Jordyn.” “Good night, Mike.” “Good night, baby doll.”

“You flew here to interview with my company.”

“That wasn’t an Uber driver that picked us up, was it?” “No.” He put his arm around my waist. “That was my driver, Steve. You think I would leave you asleep in the back seat of a car with a stranger?”

my mom had no idea that I’d spent the morning crying in a heap in my pajamas over a relationship that lasted one day and possibly jeopardized my entire reason for coming here in the first place.

and those two would probably chat back and forth in my mentions before calling each other on the phone and talking for three hours.

He’d also changed his bio: Mike (He/Him/His) Brother. Son. Friend. Large Child. Master of Disguise. Kiss Thief. Hopeful Romantic.

No bc thisis SO CUTE DBAKSHSOSHSISB

I just liked a six-year-old Instagram photo.

I responded with a gif of Dave Chapelle knocking over a pitcher of water as a distraction and running away.

Best Three Years of My Life

Oh no it just gets cuter

Saturday was the best three years of my life too.

Oh great im crying

They sent me your programming test scores and want me to sign off on a higher salary offer in case you try to turn down the job.”

“What if there was a third option?”

He could step doan as CEO how about that

“Why don’t you stay in Culver City and keep looking for a different job? If you find something better, awesome. If you don’t, take the job at GrayTech.”

Be so fr

“I might have emailed a couple of my friends and sent them your CV.” “Might have?” “You have two interviews next week,”

I’m with you, I’m really happy, and when I’m not with you, I’m really sad.”

“If I went on those interviews, I’d be condoning your terrible behavior.” “I would do a million terrible things for you, baby doll.” I smiled at him.

“Do you think we’re ready for a baby?” I nodded and kissed her. “Okay.”

Wait where that ring at

I took a deep breath and lowered myself to one knee before looking up at her. “Mike?”

“Yes!” she screamed. “What?” “Yes. You’re asking me to marry you, right?

“Good night, goofball.” “Good night, baby doll.”