And he’d make a really hot Disney prince, too.
Just did. He smiled up at me. You have another freckle.What? I turned my head to him. Since I could remember, my face looked like it got hit with a freckle cannon. There is no way you can tell if I have another freckle.
I can tell. Lean over. I can even show you where.I hesitated, eyeing him.Come on, he coaxed, hooking his finger at me.
Inhaling a shallow breath, I leaned toward him. Hair slipped over my shoulder as he lifted his hand.That grin was back, playing over his lips. Right there... He pressed the tip of his finger to the center of my chin. I sucked in air. His lashes swept down. That’s a new one.
For a moment, I couldn’t move. All I could do was sit there, leaning toward him with his finger touching my chin. It was crazy and stupid, because it was just the softest touch, but I felt it in every cell of my body.
He lowered his hand to the space between us again.It was okay. My arms were wrapped around my knees. A little weird, being back. Felicia, one of the other waitresses, had made a cake for me. It was nice.
Chocolate cake, I hope, he said, and smiled when I nodded. Today there was no mug. Only a silver thermos. Did you do what I asked you to over the weekend?Pressing my lips together, I shook my head.
Infinite patience filled his expression. I didn’t understand how he did it. How have things been with your friends?He’d asked the question every Monday, because every Friday one of my assignments was to open up to my friends, and every weekend I couldn’t work up the nerve.