Page 64 of Going Viral for Christmas
Instead, I settled for hoping the scent of my cologne in the fabric would loosen her up. It didn’t. Ava Bell is one tough egg to crack. But that’s what I like about her.
I toss the book onto the coffee table, drag a hand down my face, and grab my phone to text the one person who won’t feed me a line of fluff in their advice.
You awake?
It takes thirty seconds before my screen lights up.
Unfortunately.
I know you said fake dating Ava is basically the same as psychological torture….but…
I want to make it not-so-fake.
How do I do that?
Simple. You don’t.
Encouraging as always.
I’m serious, man. That girl hates you.
Yeah. Except she doesn’t. Not completely.
As your agent, I can’t support this.
I’m not asking my agent right now. I’m asking my best friend.
There’s a pause. So long, I think he bailed on me, until the dots appear again.
Best friend says… it’s risky. It’s not a good idea.
Yeah. I know.
And yet here you are, texting me at one in the morning.
…you complete me.
What’s the plan? Hope she trips and falls into your arms, instantly falling in love with you?
Also, caught the carriage video on ShelfSpace. Didn’t know you moonlighted as Prince Charming.
Only on the weekends.
The plan is… I don’t know. Figure out how to show her I’m more than the asshole she thinks I am.
Be careful.
I won’t get many chances with a woman like her.
Which is why I can’t waste a single one.
Then my advice changes. Best friend says: stop bullshitting her. Show her you’re more than “The Blade.”
That’s the only chance you’ve got.
How?
Easy. Start by not trying so damn hard.
