Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“It’s not easy after everything you went through with him, but I have to agree. He’s not worth holding on to like this.”
“I know he isn’t.” I blinked back tears and glanced away. “Look, I want to move on. I want to date someone else. I want all of that, but how do I do it?” I swallowed and finally admitted what I’d been holding in. “I’ve only ever dated one person before. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He stared at me in shock for a second. “You’ve only been with August?”
I briskly nodded once. “Yep. For three years. In high school, everyone was too afraid of my brothers. In college, it was always Tamara who got the dates. And now I’m so awkward around guys.”
He laughed softly. “Come on. It can’t be that bad.”
“Oh yeah? I downloaded Tinder while you were gone and went on exactly one date, where the guy bailed before dinner was even finished.”
“What a douche.”
“How do people know what to do? Give me an event to plan, and I can take charge so easily, but dating?” I huffed. “I don’t know the first thing about dating. I wish there were like…a flirt coach.” I reached for my drink. The idea began to grow in my mind. A flirt coach was exactly what I needed. “I need someone who can teach me how to flirt and date and all that. Someone who can make me not be so incredibly awkward and shy around guys.”
Weston leaned back in his seat and looked at me thoughtfully for a few seconds.
“What?” I asked self-consciously. “Is it a dumb idea?”
“I’ll do it.”
I blinked. “Do what?”
“I can show you how to flirt and date.”
He was serious. I could see that on his face, and yet I couldn’t believe it. The Weston, who had left six months ago, had been a little quiet and shy. The only things he’d cared about were family and music. I’d noticed that he’d come back more confident. I’d assumed that LA had rubbed off on him. I hadn’t considered that had probably come with six months of girls, too.
My cheeks heated slightly. “Qualifications?”
He shrugged. “I was trained by the best.” I arched an eyebrow. “Your brother.”
“You’re going to teach me how to flirt by using what my brother taught you? That seems like he’d hate it.”
“When I was in LA, things got a little…wild. I’ve never been a big drinker because alcoholism runs in my family, but I let loose in LA. Campbell laughed his ass off at my attempts to flirt. Having the biggest rockstar in the world as your wingman gives you a confidence boost. And so I…flirted…a lot.”
He shrugged and arched an eyebrow at me, as if I’d have anything to say about it. We weren’t anything but roommates. He had no reason to hide the fact that he’d probably hooked up with dozens of girls in LA. But still, I blushed at the thought.
“So, now you’re a pro?”
“Something like that. You need to put yourself out there and have someone help you through it. I can be that person.”
“And you won’t tell Campbell?”
“I don’t want him to punch me in the face. So, no.”
I bit my lip. What was the harm here? Weston would teach me. I’d put myself out there to possibly get hurt all over again. But it would be worth it to get over August. That was the only goal here.
So, I nodded. “All right. When do we start?”
Weston pushed his chair back. “Tonight.”
“What?” I squeaked.
“Look, it’s now or never. The more time you have to think about it, the more likely you’ll back out. So, let’s just go out tonight.”
I gulped. “Uh, okay. This is going to be…fun.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry, Snickers. By the time I’m done with you, every single guy in Lubbock will be after you.”
I nodded but couldn’t help wondering if that meant him, too.
Part II
Flirt Coach
6
Nora
Weston was right about one thing—I was already second-guessing myself.
I’d changed into a black dress and my favorite pair of red-bottomed heels, which I only pulled out when I needed moral support. Now, we were in Weston’s Subaru, driving downtown, and I had no idea if this was the right thing to do.
Me, pick up guys? Learn how to flirt? Let loose?
It seemed…impossible.
And yet here I was, fidgeting up a storm, but still on my way to do it.
“Are you sure about this?”
He’d thrown on dark jeans, a black T-shirt, and a bomber jacket before we left. His hair fell forward into his eyes when he looked at me. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do this, but I’m here for you if you want.”
“I…” I didn’t know what I wanted. I wanted to be over August. I was so pissed at him for everything he’d done, and I didn’t know how to do it alone. “Are you sure I’ll be able to learn?”