Page 126 of Sweetheart
"That doesn't mean anything."
"It did to Anna." Betty rolled her eyes. "Scarlett, what do you think? When a boy gives you something, no matter what it is, it means something. Right?"
Sam crossed his arms, and I chose my words carefully.
"It can," I murmured. "Butsome girls—and guys—have been known to read into things."
"And they're usually right," Betty said.
"I guess."
"Okay, I'm going to go practice in my room." Betty stood and turned to me. "Scarlett, you're coming to my dance recital. Aren't you?"
"Do you want me to?" I asked.
"Of course."
Betty gave me those eyes again. EarlierBennetmentioned the recital was months away. I wasn't sure Sam and I would still be together then. We were on track for a Brisa-Sam reunion, and my list only had a few more items. Still…I couldn't say no her. Didn't want to. But I alsodidn't want to get her hopes up only to let her down.
"I'll try my very best to be there," I said.
Satisfied, Betty left the room, and Bennet shook his head at his sister's back.
"She's wrong," he said, turning back to his brother and me. "I really don't like Anna. I just want to know how to kiss in case someone Idolike asks me."
"That makes sense," I said. "You're planning ahead. It's smart."
"Thanks. So, will you guys show me?"
I blinked. "Show you?"
"How to kiss," he said.
I sputtered as Sam chuckled at my side.
"Also, can you hurry? I've got homework."
"I'm in," Sam said. "How about you, Kent?"
"I'm…yes," I said back.
We turned to face each other on the couch, and I honestly couldn't believe we were about to do this.
"Okay, B," Sam said, "first rule, you never rush. Kissing isn't a race. Understand?"
"No rushing."Bennetnodded. "Got it. What else?"
He gently cupped my cheek, causing me to swallow. "You'll want to take your time—especially if it's someone you like."
"Okay. But what do you do with your hands?"
"Whatever you want," Sam murmured, "but you should watch the other person for cues. You want them to enjoy it too. Actually, that's the most important part, making them feel good."
"How will you know if they enjoy it?"
I shivered as Sam's other hand gently caressed my face, his fingers gliding into my hair.
"You'll know," Sam assured him.
