The Studying Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #1)

by Sara Ney

“You’re my friend,” I point out, giving her a lopsided grin. This pleases her and a smile brightens her face, one that makes me want to kiss her through the damn phone. “I am, aren’t I?” “You are,” I enthuse quietly into my phone. “Am I yours?”

“Do you feel that, Jameson?” he implores breathlessly. “Can you feel it beating?”

“That’s for you. No one else makes me feel this way; no one has ever made me feel this way. No woman. No coach. No opponent makes my heart race the way—”

“Pfft, of course I had a huge crush on you—probably from the moment we met. You’re fucking adorable.”