How To Get Lucky

and I’m instantly lost in the most arresting brown eyes I’ve ever seen—they’re like brandy

holy shit. I’m not sure I can look away.

She’s like a sexy librarian with her hair piled on her head in a messy bun and adorable red glasses

twenty-eight, single AF, and ready to find that right woman. One who’ll practice with me until perfect and then practice

that I haven’t had sex at all. Far from it. I just haven’t had that toe-curling, leg-shaking kind I’ve heard so much about. And I have heard about it because I listen