"Did you finish writing that scene between Treven and Misty?" Drew asked.
And before I could stop them, images of Drew and me kissing like there was no tomorrow jumped into my mind. His hands in my hair. His body pressed up against mine in the corner.
Oh, how I wanted to do that again.
This time with it being real.
"Yeah, I finished it,” I said.
"Did our recording help out much?" His eyes searched my face, as if trying to guess at my feelings.
"It helped a lot." I tucked some hair behind my ear.
And I would probably be watching it again tonight, reliving the moment over and over again and wishing that it was all real.
I grabbed the brownie pan from the drawer beneath the oven and hoped Drew couldn't read everything in my blush.
"Do you want to lick the spoon?" I held the brownie batter-covered spoon out to Drew after scraping it in the pan.
"Sure." Drew’s fingers brushed mine in the exchange, causing a small spark to warm my hand.
I busied myself with putting the brownies in the oven so I wouldn't have to think too much about how the way Drew licked the spoon mirrored the way he kissed.
Yeah, only middle schoolers thought about that kind of stuff anyway. I set the timer for twenty-eight minutes and put the batter bowl in the sink.
"Are you sure you don't want to taste it too?” Drew offered the spoon to me.
"No, that's okay."
"Too much like kissing me, huh?"
I pulled my head back. "What did you just say?"
Was there something mischievous in his smile? Was he teasing me about kissing now?
He lifted a shoulder. "I was just saying that sharing a spoon is pretty much the same as kissing." He licked the spoon slowly once again for effect. "Your loss." Then he dropped it into the sink behind him.
"You're ridiculous." I swatted him in the arm, hoping I came off as unaffected—in reality, a family of butterflies had taken flight in my stomach.
"Just trying to share. I seem to remember you having a fondness for brownies. Or is that just Misty when she's hanging out with Treven?"
Was he challenging me? Because if he was, I was so going to go with it.
"You have batter on your lip still." I stepped closer and touched the chocolate smudge on the dip of his lip with my finger, wiping it off. Then, deciding to go for the gold, I stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked the batter off.
Drew's eyes widened, his Adam's apple shifting. "How'd that taste?"
"Delicious."
"Good." His smile was back and he crossed his arms. "I was hoping the brownie batter would make me look tastier."
I stepped closer, so my face was a breath away from his. "You don't need leftover brownie batter to make you taste better."I glanced at his mouth.
He licked his lips. "Do you have any lip balm I could use? I left mine at home."
I narrowed my eyes, wondering if he was getting at something. His lips didn't look chapped. But I retrieved my lip balm from my pocket anyway.
"Pumpkin spice?" Drew inspected me. "Does that mean your lips are spicier today?"