Taming The Playboy
I laughed, a real laugh, and his eyes softened instantly.
“I don’t exactly attract guys,” I said lightly. “I think they’re intimidated when a girl prefers books over batting her eyelashes.”
…Like you…
He scoffed. “That’s nonsense. I like smart girls.” Hope surged anew inside me, and just as fast as it came, it vanished.
…So it’s just me you don’t like…
“But you’re different.” Or maybe the same, perhaps?
“Explain.”
“It means you’re… you.” Which was apparently the most ridiculous answer on earth, but it was all I had. Heat hit my cheeks, and I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear only for it to fall right back.