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said.
    “Thank you,” I said, my mouth twitching.
    She chuckled, and fucking elation went through me.
    “I made you laugh. I like it,” I said.
    “Okay, blue dress, very revealing. Is there more?” she asked, waving my hand.
    “You had on these amazing heels. I don’t remember the color … maybe an animal print … but I do remember they made you tall, your face almost level with mine.” I rubbed my jaw. “I liked those shoes.”
    “Like these?” she stuck out her leg, showing me her plain flats.
    My eyes ate up her legs, getting all kinds of turned on. I bit back a groan, picturing them wrapped around my waist. At this rate, I’d come in my pants.
    “No, but I like those too,” I murmured. “Your legs are long, Dovey. It’s hot.”
    She straightened like she was leaving. “I don’t think I like where your dream is headed.”
    Wait, don’t …
    “No, it wasn’t like that. It was just you standing on these stone steps, maybe in front of a museum or a library. You were waiting for someone, and when I showed up you ran straight into my arms. Like we’d known each other forever. Like we were a couple.” I glanced down at the table and then back at her. “And then I kissed you.”
    “Oh?”
    “Yeah,” I said.
    “Tongue?”
    “Most definitely,” I murmured.
    “Long? Short?”
    I quirked an eyebrow. “Hot and deep. Languorous.”
    “Languorous? One of your SAT words?”
    I grinned. “It means leisurely and unhurried. It fits.”
    She nibbled on her nails, her eyes on my lips. I licked mine, and her face went pink.
    “Is that it? No nudity?” she said.
    She totally sounded disappointed.
    I put my elbows on the table, settling in. “Nope. Isn’t it enough to be the most romantic kiss known to mankind? Incredible doesn’t even touch it. The way your mouth fit to mine …” I broke from her eyes, blushing again.
    When I got the nerve to look at her again, her attention was on my tat. Ah, did she like ink on guys? I crossed my arm, flexing my bicep a little so she’d have a better view of the twisting vine as it crossed my arms.
    I imagined her mouth tracing those roses.
    As if she read my mind, she turned pink when she looked up and met my gaze. I grinned.
    Then the bell rang. Dammit. I didn’t want this to be over.
    She let out a sigh and stood. “This was fun, but I have class.”
    I rose and grabbed her backpack before she could. “I’ll walk you.”
    She shrugged like whatever and we walked out of the cafeteria together and down the hall.
    “This is me,” she said, stopping at a classroom a few minutes later. I peeked in. Geometry. I suddenly wished I was in here with her.
    I shook my head. That was ridiculous.
    I handed her the backpack, our hands brushing, sending little shocks through my body.
    And right there, I went for it. I hadn’t officially asked a girl out on a real date in months, but with her, I was making the exception.
    “I bought two tickets to see Les Miserables in a few weeks. Primo seats. Wanna go?” I asked.
    “Guys like you aren’t part of my plan,” she said.
    “If that’s a challenge, then I accept.”
    “No challenge, just the truth.” She moved to walk away, but I pulled her back with my next words. Because I was feeling all kinds of insecure. “Okay, tell me straight. Are you just completely disinterested in me? You say one thing, but your body is saying something else.”
    “My body?” She looked annoyed, but I kept on.
    “Yeah, I’m getting this vibe from you. Makes me want to ditch school and drag you out to the barn at the back of campus where we can be alone. Maybe it’s all me, I don’t know, but I think you feel it too.”
    “You really put yourself all out there, don’t you?” she said, her eyes big.
    “Maybe. If this is my only shot, I’m going for it.” I paused. “Let me in, Dovey.”
    “Why me?”
    I didn’t know why her.
    But I sensed this was my only chance to get her attention, so I did something crazy.
    I leaned in to