“I love it.”
He chuckled, and when I glanced over at him, the pen was moving over his notebook. “Have you written anything for the speech?”
“Of course.”
“You’re lying.”
“Maybe.”
“Rider,” I sighed.
He looked up through his lashes. “It won’t take me that long to write something up. Besides, this is a better use of my time.”
“How so?”
“The drawings make you smile,” he replied with a grin. “Working on the speech doesn’t do anything.”
That...that was so sweet, I wanted to hug him tight, kiss him, too. “Working on your speech will make me smile, too.”
His brows lifted and then he flipped his notebook closed. “I know what else will make you smile.”
“What? You actually doing some homework?”
“Nope.” He glanced at the door again and then rose. “I think me sitting closer to you will make you smile.”
The boy knew me well.
He took a step closer. “I think holding your hand will make you smile.”
I straightened as I watched him.
“And I think...” He sat on the edge of the bed and twisted his body toward mine. “I think kissing you will make you smile, too.”
Oh, dear. I’d totally lost control of this conversation, but I liked it. The corners of my lips tipped up. “I think you’re right.”
“I know, but...” He placed his hand over mine and lowered his voice. “If Rosa comes up here and catches me making you smile in that way, it’ll end badly.”
“You’re not worried about Carl coming up here?”
The right dimple appeared a
s he shook his head. “Rosa scares me more.”
Laughing, I shoved his arm.
“What? She’s pretty scary. Like badass scary,” he replied. “She looks like she knows how to fight ninja-style.”
“Ninja-style?” I laughed again. “I can confirm that...she does not know karate.”
“That’s a relief.” Leaning over, he kissed my cheek. “It’s about that time.”
Unease curled low in my stomach. Party round two. It was going to be a very different party, not nearly as big as Peter’s. It was just hanging out at someone’s house, a guy from school that Hector and Rider played basketball with. Ainsley wouldn’t be with us, but I was still nervous. What if I bailed again, unable to do it? What if I didn’t talk to anyone? What if I was so worried about doing the wrong thing that I didn’t even try?
He tilted his head to the side, eyes searching mine. “We don’t have to go. We can stay here. Or go to the movies.”
Staying here would be nice. Movies would be awesome, but what did that accomplish? I shook my head. “No. I want to go.”
“Mouse...”