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I’m still me. Dahlia Brady, shy and awkward, destined to never have a boyfriend.
“Hey, asshole. That’s my girlfriend you’re making a pass at, and trust me, you’d be so lucky.”
What does it say about my chances with her that I had to basically offer myself up as a friendly bodyguard to get her to agree to spend time with me? I promised to keep people from saying shit, so I’m on edge, wondering who I’m going to have to hit first.
“Wow.” Felix’s voice freezes my movements from head to toe. He steps through the crowd, eyes locked on me. “Dahlia, you look…wow.” He clears his throat. “I’ve forgotten all other adjectives.”
Stupid butterflies in my stomach did not get the memo that punching people is bad.
“Eddie is a little bigger than you,” she says. “Way to ruin the moment,” I mutter under my breath. That killed any movement south. “I mean taller. What are you, six-two?” “And a half.” That half inch seems super important right now.
“I’m not the guy for you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t wish that I were.”
The nerves kick in, but I’m not backing down. I just want it to be over with, so guys like Felix don’t look at me like I’m some fragile person they need to handle with care.
“You look gorgeous,” I reassure her. “Just, you know, even more gorgeous when people know you’re mine.”
“Are you two gonna keep playing or make out?” Lucas asks. Without tearing his gaze from mine, Felix says, “Make out.” My pulse races and my heart is hammering in my chest. “To be clear,” he says as he brings his mouth closer. “This isn’t part of the Felix Walter’s experience.” “No?” “Uh-uh. This is the Dahlia Brady effect. Totally different thing. You drive me completely fucking crazy.”
The party is still going strong outside, but we both stopped drinking some time ago. Her, because she didn’t want to ‘get so drunk she wouldn’t remember kissing me’ and me, because I couldn’t hold a beer and grab her ass with both hands at the same time.
It’s the perfect end to an incredible weekend. Great friends, a cute romantic comedy, and greasy food.
Golf is different. We cheer each other on, but we don’t look out for each other the same way that you do for your team.” “Well, I guess it’s a good thing you have me then.” “Why’s that?” “Because I’m always looking out for you. Whatever you need, hot stuff.”
She wasn’t just the best fake girlfriend, she was the best girl I’ve hung out with, period.
“Be my girlfriend, hot stuff.” “What?” My hands still. “I want you to be my girlfriend. For real this time.”
“I think the bad sex thing might be a you problem because he’s great in bed.”
“Then they’re both yours. Two rings for the number of lifetimes it’s going to take to show you how much I love you.”
