Page 53 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

She fake gags. “I don’t need details on how you keep her interested. No, I mean, she has to have a hobby. She’s a photographer, right?”

“Yeah.” I rub the back of my neck. “But what do I do? Take her somewhere to shoot photos?” Silence floats between us while I think. “I know she enjoys reading.”

Nora straightens her shoulders. “There you go! You have your date.”

I pinch my eyebrows together. “Reading?”

She rolls her eyes and exhales a heavy sigh. “Take her to a bookstore. Buy her some books.”

“People do that?”

“If she loves reading, she’ll love going to a bookstore. Trust me.”

“I’m not sure.” This seems like the too-obvious choice. It can’t be that easy, can it?

“Says the guy who doesn’t date. Just trust me. If she hates the date, I’ll give you a hundred dollars. But if she loves it, you owe me.” She rests a hand on her hip and smirks.

“Okay. It’s a bet.” She holds out her hand, and we shake on it.

“What am I going to spend my hundred dollars on?” She taps her finger to her lips.

The house is dark when we enter. Eve flips on the kitchen light while we do our best to be quiet and not disturb Jake. Eve shrugs out of her coat and yawns. She stretches, causing the hem of her shirt to ride up, exposing a tiny sliver of bare skin. I itch to lift her up on the counter and run my tongue over the exposed spot. Instead of turning my fantasy into reality, I stroll into the living room, hoping to get a few extra minutes with Eve. I flop down on the couch, turning on a lamp. A soft glow fills the room as Eve enters a few steps behind me. She sits on the cushion next to me and crosses her legs pretzel style.

“Have you filled out your profile yet?”

“I haven’t. Have you?”

“No.” She pulls her phone from her pocket. “I’ll do that now.”

I dig my phone out of my pocket and do the same.

A few minutes pass while we type on our phones. The couch dips, and Eve’s arm brushes against mine as she leans over to see my screen. “What are you putting on your profile?”

I tilt my phone away from her so she can’t peek. “Stuff.”

She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, but what are you adding?”

“It’s supposed to be a surprise. Then we’ll know if we match.”

“We’re already a match.” She beams at me.

“Then it shouldn’t matter.” I lean away, lifting my phone so the back is to her, and continue typing.

“Ugh! You’re so infuriating,” Eve pouts while she continues creating her profile.

When we’re finished, we both hit submit and wait for approval. Within a few minutes, both our phones chime with a message from OneDate.

“Oh, look at that. Not even in the app for five minutes, and I already have a date.” She flashes me a smirk.

“Me too. Do you think she’ll be attracted to my good looks and dazzling charm?” I tease.

“Hmm.” She taps her chin before shaking her head. “I don’t think so.”

A laugh bursts from me. “I thought the same.” I lean toward her, so close I get a whiff of her coconut shampoo, and whisper, “Just so you know, whoever your date is, you are way too good for him.”

Slowly, her head turns to face me. A soft smile tugs at her lips. An electric charge arcs between us. I feel it every time I’m near her.

“I have something for you.” Her words are soft. Almost seductive.

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