Page 33 of The Love Playbook

GRAHAM:

Don’t friend zone yourself.

TEAGAN:

I disagree. That worked for me.

ME:

You guys suck at this. I’m starting to rethink your words of wisdom.

GRAHAM:

Fine. Scratch that. Find out what she’s into and show an interest. Skylar loved art and drawing. I think the fact I told her how amazing that was and listened to her talk about it meant a lot to her.

ME:

Is it too much to hope she’s into bondage?

“Chris!” Brynn kicks me, and I laugh.

ME:

I digress.

TEAGAN:

Definitely cook for her or bring her food. Chicks love that. I made mac and cheese for Lane and Sophie when we were first talking, and you would’ve thought I handed her a brick of gold. Also, coffee. Buying her coffee never fails.

ME:

Feed her and caffeinate her. Got it.

“This falling in love shit is easy,” I mutter to myself.

ATLAS:

Be the protector. And be possessive. Chicks act like they don’t want a possessive dude, but they dig it, as long as you’re not an asshole and go overboard.

“Got one!” Jace announces, making me jump. Heart racing, I glare at him while he furiously punches out a text.

JACE:

Watch her favorite movie with her, then quote it back to her.

“Really?” I ask, glancing at him for confirmation. “That shit works?”

“Totally made her forgive me for being a dumbass.”

“What movie?” I ask, eyeing Brynn.

“Bridget Jones’s Diary.” She smiles.

“Shit. I love that movie.”

“Of course you do,” Jace says dryly.

“And that’s why we’re besties.” Brynn beams while Jace’s expression sours.