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The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3) QUOTES

The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3) QUOTES

1 " Je ne te veux pas dans l’ autre chambre,” I repeat. “Restez avec moi.” Stay with me. Her breasts brush my chest, the pad of her index finger tracing the contour of my upper lip. “You have a beautiful mouth.” “Toi aussi.” So do you. I feel my neck bow. Head bent down. Shoulders sag, body relaxed. “Je te veux plus que n’importe quoi que j’avais voulu dans ma vie.” I want you more than anything I’ve wanted in my entire fucking life. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

2 " God, I like him so much. Drown in his goodness. His kind spirit and pure heart. The romance of his second language. Sweet brown eyes and beautiful smile. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

3 " Are you imagining yourself fucking him?” Donovan asks, nudging me. “Yes,” I whisper, staring. “So am I.” My roommate laughs. “Shut up, Donovan! "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

4 " Rhett Rabideaux may not be prince charming but he’s something else entirely: he’s real. He is who he is, and makes no apologies. He’s polite and sincere. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

5 " You think it’s fair that people judge me without getting to know me first because I’m attractive?” “So you agree? You think you’re really pretty?” “Stop quoting Mean Girls, "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

6 " I’m quickly learning that Rhett Rabideaux isn’t most guys "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

7 " God, how could I have ever thought he wasn’t attractive when now, he’s the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen? It breaks my vain heart knowing how I acted—like an asshole. I’m not out of his league; he’s out of mine. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

8 " My mom steps forward, arms spread wide. “Congratulations honey. Great match.” “Thanks,” I mumble into her shoulder as she crushes me to her body. My mom is tiny compared to me, small in stature but not in attitude—not with three sons. My dad might wear the pants, but Mom controls the zipper. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

9 " I’m not out of his league; he’s out of mine. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

10 " Suddenly she appears in the driveway, barefoot, in a t-shirt and tight black leggings, running to her car on her tiptoes. Yanks the door open, ass sticking out of the cab when she leans in, swiping an unseen object from the center console. Slams the door and turns back toward the house. She doesn’t see me standing here. “Laurel,” I call her name in the rain, loud enough that she spins on the grass, brows raised, surprised to see me in her yard. Shocked, actually. “Rhett?” She steps toward me, clutching her phone charger. “Rhett, what are you doing here?” She squints her blue eyes up at the sky as beads of water blanket her hair. Her skin is already dewy. “I came to see you.” “Okay.” She smiles, giving a hasty glance up at the sky. “Do you want to come inside?” “No.” My head shakes, adamant, the brim of my ball cap keeping only my face dry. “No, I need to say what I came to say.” Laurel nods slowly, hair now completely saturated, falling in limp sheets to her shoulders. She tightly winds her phone cord and tucks it into the back pocket of her jeans. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

11 " Uh, do basic white girls drink pumpkin spice lattes? Yes I want to go inside! "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

12 " Laurel?” His face inches closer. I suck in a breath. This is it—he’s going to kiss me. “Yes?” “Est-ce que je peux t’embrasser?” “I don’t know what that means,” I say in a breathy whisper. “What are you hopin’ it means?” Our mouths are a sigh apart, the air between us tickling my lips. His powerful chest brushes my breasts and this time, he doesn’t move away. “Say it again.” “Est-ce que je peux t’embrasser?” His mouth is hot, near my ear, warm breath sending a spark up my middle, dampening my underwear. “Dis oui, s’il te plait.” Est-ce que je peux t’embrasser; dear Lord, I hope it means he wants to kiss me. I hope it means— "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

13 " You said, ‘That’s unexpected,’ and I said, ‘Yes, but I’m good at it. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

14 " God, I’m as big a douchebag as those assholes he hangs out with. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

15 " I could do pizza,” I say it slowly, weighing my words. I’m going to regret it later because binging on pizza is a terrible idea with a weigh-in looming; I have to make my weight class or I’m fucked, but if this girl had suggested we eat a steaming pile of dog shit, I’d have gone along and eaten it without protest. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

16 " Her eyes rake me up and down, crinkled at the corners, watching. Always smiling at me like she has a naughty little secret, looking me up and down as I move across the room. I fight my initial instinct to look away. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

17 " He speaks French and it’s so freaking hot.” “Shut up.” “Ugh. Every once in a while he says something I can’t understand and I pretend he’s telling me to take my clothes off and strip down naked. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

18 " There are so many balls here I don’t know where to look first,” Donovan mutters excitedly. “And here I thought baseball pants were where it’s at. Compared to these singlets, they might as well be wearing diapers out there. I’ve slipped into my fantasy.” “Would you please stop?” I laugh. “Stop staring at everyone’s balls.” “I can’t help it.” He holds his hand out as if he’s presenting someone with a platter. “They’re literally right there. See? Balls. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

19 " Je vais t’embrasser.” His mouth is moving, speaking words I don’t understand, inching closer. I nod. “Okay.” Those rough, callused hands cup my jaw, thumbs stroking my smooth skin. “Je suis content que tu sois ici, Laurel.” His lips brush the skin beneath my ear. “I’m really glad you’re here.” He’s so gentle. So tender. My eyes slide closed and I bite my lip, bite back a moan. “Putain, tu es jolie,” he murmurs into my ear. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” “Merci.” It’s the only other French word I know, and it slips out on a whisper as I tilt my neck so he can plant a kiss there. His warm hands slide to the back of my neck, lips dragging along my jawline. To the corner of my mouth. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)

20 " breathe. “Goddammit, oh sh-shit. Shit.” Please God, I pray, don’t let me come. Make it last. Suddenly it’s clear to me why the guys on the team are constantly making blow job jokes, the stupid assholes—it feels so motherfucking incredible. "

― Sara Ney , The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3)