Free How to Hook a Bookworm by Cassie Mae

make sure you had a ride.”
    “Yep.”
    “Tell Adam ‘hey’ for me.”
    “You want me to kiss him for you, too?” I joke, letting my eyes drift to Adam whose eyebrows have shot to the sky.
    Levi laughs. “Nah. Maybe a nice ass grab though.”
    “You got it.”
    “You know I’m kidding, right?”
    “What?” I gasp. “I already did it!”
    “Brea, stop being a smartass.”
    “You started it.”
    “No, I didn’t.”
    Maybe he didn’t, but I don’t care. “Whatever. I’ll talk to you later. Tell Sierra ‘hey’ for me, too.”
    “I’ll definitely kiss her for you.”
    I cringe. “Okay…we’re done now.”
    “And a butt grab. I’ll do both.”
    “Levi!”
    He laughs. “All right. Goodnight, nerd.”
    “Night, geek.”
    I hang up and toss my phone on the cushion between Adam and me. “Levi says hi.”
    “That all he said?” Adam’s voice is on the edge of teasing, but his eyebrows still haven’t moved down.
    “No.” I give him a flirty—or what I think is flirty—look and drop my voice an octave. “He wants me to…”
    Adam cocks his head, and I inch closer, but don’t say anything.
    He finally says, “What?”
    “He wanted to make sure you were okay giving me a ride home.” Then I flick his nose and laugh.
    Adam grabs my ankle, tickling my foot through my sock. I squeal and kick him hard in the chest.
    “Stop! Stop!”
    He gives me one more little tickle near my pinky toe, then lets go of my ankle. My skin tingles and burns from where he was touching me.
    “Okay… you ready to pick something?” he asks.
    I nod, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it to my chest. The redbox had crap movies, so we fired up Adam’s Netflix account.
    I smack my gum, which is about done. I really should get up and spit it out, but I don’t want to delay our movie watching any longer.
    Adam sighs, dropping the remote on the coffee table. He gets up, disappears into the hall bathroom, and comes back with the small trash can.
    “Spit,” he says, holding the pail out to me. Did I mention my gum problem out loud? He laughs at my expression. “You had that look. The one you get when your gum is past its chewing date.”
    A small smile hits my lips, and I shoot my gum into the can. “I didn’t realize I had a look for that.”
    He nods, pulling the trash can back. “Your nose twitches, and you push your tongue into your cheek.”
    My face warms as he puts the pail back in the bathroom. I reach over and snap off the lamp by the couch so he doesn’t see my unexplainable blush.
    When he plops back on the couch, he lets me put my feet on his lap and instead of tickling me silly, he massages my toes with one hand while he flicks through the movie choices with the other.
    “I think I can handle a scary one, if you want.”
    “Really?”
    He nods, going to the horror movies. Final Destination is the first one recommended.
    “How about this one? I’ve watched a few parts, and they don’t freak me out. They’re actually ridiculously funny.”
    I go to say yes, but I change my mind mid-thought. “I don’t think I should. I promised Jay I’d watch it with him.”
    He stops rubbing my foot. “Jay?”
    “Jay Garrick.”
    Adam gives me the most bizarre expression—like he’s trying to figure out the equation to fly to the moon. “The new guy?”
    “Yes…” I say, dragging the word out. I wiggle my toes so he keeps massaging, but his hand has gone stone still. “Are you okay?”
    He blinks. “Oh, yeah. I just didn’t realize you guys were friends.”
    “Sort of. I don’t know what we are.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I don’t know. We went out last night, and we sort of said we’d get together again. But… it’s weird. What do you call the part of a relationship when you can’t really say you’re friends, because you don’t really know each other, but you can’t call it acquaintances because you’ve kissed, and you can’t call it an exclusive thing either because, well… it’s