He’s wheezing he’s laughing so hard.
“What if it was all one song?”
My fingers finally wrap around his wrist—
He jerks with a giggle.
The phone tumbles to the floor.
“Fuck!”
He’s useless, head thrown back on the bed howling.
“Your,” he pants, “Face,” rubbing his leaking eyes, “Priceless.”
It takes me a second to realize I’m sprawled across his stomach and chest, muscle rippling beneath me. Wild black hair sticks up in all directions like he’s been electrocuted. A pink flush colors his pale cheeks, smudged eyeliner dripping from the corners of his laughing eyes.
He’s beautiful.
It's a mallet to the head.
I’ve never thought of a guy in that way before. But there’s no denying it.
His hysteria subsides, though his breathing is still heavy.
“What?” he rasps.
My lips part but nothing comes out. How do you tell your new best friend he’s completely captivated you?
Fingertips tentatively brush my waist. All nerve endings zero in on that feather-light point of contact. Grey eyes hold mine as his touch tentatively explores the wrinkled cotton of my tee.
Muffled music streams into the carpet from the forgotten phone, barely audible over the pound of my heart.
Suddenly, there's lava in my veins.
And it’s traveling south.
My mouth dries out. I should move. Ineedto move. I can't explain my body’s reaction to being on top of him. I shift—
Something hard digs into my thigh.
My eyes widen.
He holds his breath.
“Boys!” Ma hollers from the hall. “Dinner’s ready!”
Time starts again.
We fly apart.
Win darts into the bathroom.
I sit at the end of the bed, thinking of roadkill and old people.
We eat the fastest dinner we’ve ever shared without looking each other in the eye.
Win heads home.
