Fine, I guess.”
“What do you mean you guess? Why don’t you call her up and ask her how she is?” Crew says.
“Maybe I will.” I glance at Connor. The conversation between him and the red head’s getting hectic. She’s laughing at something he said. I get up suddenly struck by a sudden need to embarrass Connor.
“Where are you going?” Hayden asks.
“Watch me.” I head over to the girl who managed to captivate Connor after his self-imposed thirteen months of celibacy.
“Hi,” I greet when the girl notices I’m standing behind Connor.
“Hi.” She smiles.
“I was wondering if I could move our tables together.”
Connor realizes it’s me when he hears my voice. He glances at me, mortified at my suggestion.
“Ty?” he says surprised before swearing me under his breath.
“Ty?” a second, softer voice repeats.
I turn towards Bree’s friend for the first time. “Lana?”
My world pauses when she smiles at me. I forget about embarrassing Connor.
“Hi.” She waves slightly. Her cheeks redden.
“Hi.” Why can’t I come up with anything to say whenever I’m around Lana?
Confusion clouds the redhead’s face. “You two know each other?”
Lana smiles shyly. “Yeah. Ty, meet my best friend, Bree. Bree, Ty.”
“Would you mind if I pulled our tables together?” I ask Lana since Connor still hasn’t replied to me.
“Not at all,” she replies. Her eyes sparkle.
Holy dessert on crap sticks. I barely know her but I’ve missed her. The guys help me pull the tables together without breaking or spilling anything. I pull my chair closer to Lana’s. Our hands touch briefly and once again shadowy images of Lana being pulled against her will from me flashes in my head. I can’t tell who’s pulling her away neither do I know the reason she’s being taken away. The only thing I’m sure off is that I’m the one she’s being yanked away from.
Connor and Bree carry on talking and don’t pay much attention to what’s going on around them. Hayden and Crew resume eating. Lana glances at me. My chest does a series of crazy flip flops. I’ve never been so badly affected by a girl before. I’m still speechless.
Her mouth is bow shaped. She isn’t wearing any lip color. My hormones shoot to my brain when she licks a tiny seed off her lips. I imagine crushing her lips against mine — and wonder how soft her lips are and how warm the inside of her mouth is. She glances at me in that instant. A warm heat creeps up my cheeks.
Thank God, Lana can’t read minds.
So what if she could? A tiny voice in my head questions, I know you want her to see what you’ve been doing to her in your dreams.
Dream, I correct myself, I only dreamt of her once.
Fine, I guess.”