shaking my head rapidly.
Brian leans against the back of the couch. âAw, come on, Maddie. These characters are newlyweds. If we end up doing this play together, weâre gonna have to kiss like crazy, you know. Iâm just suggesting we get that out of the way first. Like Leo and Kate when they filmed
Titanic
.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
His cheeks redden. âThey, uh, filmed the nude scene first. To break the ice.â
Great. Now heâs probably picturing the two of us in that scene. And now I am. Gag.
âWell, Iâm not stripping down and lying on this couch for you to draw my likeness, and Iâm not kissing you. I donât kissââ
Oh, no, what was I about to confess?
âYou donât kiss? Now what are
you
talking about?â Brian crosses his arms and cocks his head to the side.
Blast.
âI didnât say that,â I hedge.
âYes, you did. You said, âI donât kiss.â That canât mean anything else.â He lets out an amused sound, more from his nose than his throat. That, combined with the sudden spark of mischief in his eyes, and I think I might actually be getting nervous.
âSure it could.â
Smooth. Real smooth, Madison. I could have finished with â
I donât kiss boys in months ending in R
,â anything! But itâs way too late to recover now.
âBut . . . I thoughtâbefore you said . . .â Heâs tiptoeing around something, but Iâm not sure what. âYouâve had a boyfriend before, right?â
âOf course.â Which isnât
exactly
true.
Iâve gone on plenty of dates, but theyâve just never inspired me to give up that first kiss. Stage kisses donât count, obviously. Those arenât real. Sure, the emotions you develop for performance night might make it seem real, but itâs called
acting
. Iâm just one of those girls whoâs good at keeping my personal and professional lives separate.
âIf youâve kissed before, kissing me right here, right now, shouldnât be that big a deal.â He moves closer. I want to choke him.
I exhale, weighing my options. I want to be in this play.
Need
to be. Iâm not going to kiss him for the sake of practicing, but I need him on my side. To commit one hundred percent.
âBrian, you help me land this part, and Iâll show you kissing that will change the color of your sneakers.â
By the time I get to English class the next day, my name has been whispered to me in the hallway followed by puckering sounds, and Iâve found notes in my locker from two guys on the theatre tech team asking me to homecomingâone was a check âyesâ or ânoâ type, the other gave a link to a website for me to select my answer.
Preoccupied by the puzzle of my sudden popularity with the male masses, I drop into my seat without immediately noticing a book slide across my desk.
âHelloooo?â Jesse says, waving a hand in front of my face.
Blinking, I realize he gave me my literature book. âOh, no! Why didnât you tell me you had this last night? I was supposed to read an entire chapter for today!â
âI only saw it in my truck this morning,â he says with hands raised in surrender. âIf it was so important, why didnât you ask for it back? I donât remember getting any texts from you.â
My heart skitters at the thought of sending Jesse a text. He may be my neighbor and carpool driver, but Iâve been at this school long enough now to see the way everyone acts around him. Like heâs a god. And the way the girls look at me when Iâm near him, like Iâm a stray dog that needs a bath. I couldnât possibly be the instigator of our text conversation, no way. That has to come from him.
âWell, I think itâs your responsibility to give me the condensed version of what the reading was about.