“But your friends are tougher guys than me.”
“Your mom always said you had emotional intelligence.” I play with his hair. “I never knew what that meant before. Spending so much more time with you, I get it. The fact I can open up more about wanting to be romantic is something I could never do with my friends.”
“I’ve never talked about this stuff either. Heck, I’ve never kissed anyone before. I’m so dang glad it’s you I get to kiss.”
I giggle and lean in close, cupping the side of his face. Our lips press together and a burst of tingles explode within. My skin vibrates and I smile against his lips. I love listening to the way his breathing changes when he kisses me. Thescent of his cologne makes me melt into him, and I could scream when the bell rings overhead.
Milo pulls away. “Bummer.”
I lean forward and peck his lips. “We could hide out instead of going to class.”
“I’m supposed to be a good influence on you. Remember?”
I trace my fingers along his tie. “That’s no fun.”
“Besides, I’ve got French next, and I’m falling behind.”
I gasp, teasingly. “Oh heavens, no. Not the great Milo Nelson behind in a class.”
He laughs. “French is hard, okay.”
I tug on his tie and bat my eyelashes. “Say something French to me.”
“Où se trouve la gare la plus proche?”
My heart flutters and I shiver in front of him. “Oh my gosh. That sounded so dang sexy. What did you say?”
He struggles to hold back his laughter. “Where is the nearest train station?”
I whack his arm. “Ugh. That’s the best thing you could come up with? Where’s something romantic about my eyes or my smile?”
“Hey,” he says defensively, backing away. “What do you want from me? We’re learning travel phrases at the moment.”
I groan and reach for my blazer. “Fine, have fun in class. You can make it up to me by promising to spend the evening with me, making out.”
“Did you think I’d be spending my time any other way?”
It’s beyond hard to pull myself away from Milo and enter the bustling hallway. At least I get to see him during last period.
Every Monday ends with English lit. Oh gosh, I can’t wait to be done with King Lear. I can’t stand another minute of listening to my classmates recite lines from this boring play. To make matters worse, outside the windows, a gloomy gray sky rolls in. The darkening sky makes me sleepy as I slide down my chair. Behind me, raindrops pelt against the windows.
Great.
My stamina drains until Ms. Jenkins calls on Milo. There’s something about his cadence and the deliberate way he pronounces every word that keeps me hooked. My heart flutters as the sentences glide off his tongue. I feel myself wanting more every time he pauses for breath.
After Ms. Jenkins thanks him and moves onto another student, a soft sigh pours out of me.
“Huh?” Kai mutters beside me.
I jolt, clutching my pounding heart. I glance at him, and he’s scribbling harsh images on his page.
“Nothing,” I mumble.
I straighten in my seat and look back across the room. Unfortunately, Tabitha graces my line of sight. She smiles and waves, causing my teeth to grit under my grimace.
I shift in my seat and motion to Kai. “Your girlfriend wants your attention.”
Kai drops his pen and sits up from his slouched position. His expression brightens when he locks eyes with Tabitha. He gives her a small wave, and I have to admit, the way he adores her is really cute.
