“It is one of the greatest dance movies of all time. But you probably won’t like it. So it’s okay, you can leave.”
He met her sly smile. “Sorry, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”
“Ugh, why won’t you just leave me alone?”
Maizie glanced at Lindsay and Jayce. Their hands were linked together, and they were whispering in hushed tones.
What?When didthathappen? And why hadn’t she immediately been informed? If they hadn’t looked so cozy she would have ripped them apart to ask.
Now she was third wheeling with Christian who couldn’t even stay quiet for two minutes. “Oh, is that Channing Tatum?” He asked as soon as the show began. “Wow, he looks so young,” he said less than a minute later. “Hey, that was actually kind of cool. I think I could do that.”
“Could you not?” Maizie whipped her head in his direction. She was not going to survive this kind of torture.
“Sorry. Geez. Cranky.” He leaned back over the treat plate. “What’s this? Peanut butter? Why?”
Maizie dropped her head into her hands. These questions were worse.
“It’s for the Oreos.” She grabbed the jar from him and scooped a glob of peanut butter up with her cookie.
He scrunched his nose as she took a bite. “Ew.”
“Of course you wouldn’t like the best treat on earth. You grew up in the city.” She rolled her eyes at him.
“This coming from the girl who drinks unpasteurized milk.” Christian grabbed his own Oreo and reached for the peanut butter jar still in Maizie’s hand. His hands closed over hers before she could let go. Her fingers trembled while she waited for him to be done, but he took his time scooping out some peanut butter. Then scooping out more.
How much peanut butter does he need?
He let go and stuck the entire Oreo in his mouth and chewed.
Maizie watched his face despite her annoyance with him.
“Not bad.” He nodded. “But this would be better.” He grabbed a piece of licorice and wrapped his hand around hers on the peanut butter jar again.
Why didn’t I put it down when I had the chance?
“Here.” He held the peanut butter-covered licorice to her lips.
“No way.” Maizie clamped her lips shut.
“I’m not surprised. Farm girls don’t seem to have a sense of adventure,” he said, pushing the licorice closer and tempting her.
How did he know exactly how to push her buttons?
“Fine.” She grabbed it and took a bite. Thick peanut butter engulfed her senses, followed by a chunk of strawberry and she tried not to make a face as she swallowed.
“How was it?” He watched her intently.
“Pretty good. It tastes like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich,” she lied. She dipped the licorice back in the jar, making sure to get a big glob of peanut butter.
“Here.” She held it out to him.
He studied her face for a moment then took a bite. His lips grazed her fingers, sending a shock of electricity up her arm.
He wasn’t as good at saving face as she was, and his face twisted as he gagged.
“You lied.” He coughed and reached for the nearest cup, hers, and took a big swig of water.
“Of course I did.”
