She crosses her arms. “No. But I don’t want to hear about it from either of you.”
“Whatever you say, princess.” I sit back on the couch as she walks toward the kitchen.
“Don’t make me poison your sandwich, King,” she shouts loud enough to be heard, but I can hear the smile in her tone.
“I’ve assumed you’ve been doing that all along,V.”
She saunters in with two sandwiches and a bag of chips, and I’m grateful for something other than Jell-O and juice.
“Enjoy,” she says, picking up her sandwich and taking a bite with a side of an evil grin.
After a very tastyunpoisonedsandwich and finishing up a second chick flick, Viola falls asleep against the arm of the couch. I desperately want to lie next to her and wrap my arms around her, but I know that’d be playing with fire. Drew’s been gone for hours, and I can only imagine that the moment I’m too close to Viola, he’d come prancing back in.
Instead, I grab the blanket that’s fallen from her body and cover her back up. She looks absolutely breathtaking. Her chest rises and falls evenly, and her lips are lined in a soft pout. I miss the taste of her lips, and I desperately want to kiss them again.
But Ican’t.
If I’m going to prove myself to her, that she can trust me and that I’m all in, I need to change the game.
After turning off the TV, I slowly make my way back to my room and sleep off another round of pain meds. They make me so damn drowsy that I can barely see straight. As I sink into the sheets and my body goes numb, my thoughts drift to Viola and the girl who sat up on the rooftop with me when we were just kids.
“What’s your favorite movie?” she asked me, twirling her dark hair around her fingers.
“Hmm…” I thought about it for a moment. “Lord of the Rings, probably. I’ve seen it over a dozen times now.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “That’s boring.”
“Well, then tell me yours, if you think it’s so much better than mine.”
She smiled and looked up at the sky that was fading to black. “No laughing,” she warned, and I flashed her a devious smile.
“No promises.”
She glared back at me. “Then I’m not telling you.”
“C’mon, I’m just kidding. What is it?”
She shook her head no and pretended to zip up her lips.
I reached over and poked her in the side where I knew she was ticklish.
“Stop it!” she squealed, her feet kicking toward me. “Fine! I’ll tell you!”
I released her, but the touch of her warm skin on mine doesn’t go unnoticed.
“All right, spill it.”
“13 Going on 30,” she said with a shy look in her eyes. I’d seen her watching that several times since it came out, so I’m not surprised, but that didn’t stop me from teasing her about it.
“That’s because you have a huge crush on Mark Ruffalo!”
“Is not!” She pushed both hands against me, and I laughed.
I snorted. “Typical chick flick.”
“Oh really,Lord of the Rings? That’s a typical guy flick.”
“Men don’t have guy flicks,” I corrected. “We have action movies.”
