On His Face - Tabatha Kiss Page 0,45

in prayer. “I wasn’t going to tell you this yet, but Tammy…”

He purposefully lets the name linger.

“Tammy?” I repeat.

“Bethany’s roommate,” he says, his smile widening. “The one you’ve had a major bone for since freshman year…”

“Yes, I remember Tammy.”

“Well, she agreed to be your date.” He stands up taller. “I was going to surprise you. Bethany’s coming with me. Tammy’s going with you. It will be a night to remember, man.”

A month ago, I’d be all for it. Hell, I’d be on my knees and bowing to whatever deity made it happen.

But now…

Heidi.

It hits me harder than expected. Seth made it happen for me, but I don’t care.

I don’t even want it.

“You’re speechless,” Seth says, patting my shoulder. “That’s good.”

“Yeah,” I say, swallowing hard. “I am.”

Because I’m seeing your little sister behind your back.

And I think I’m in love with her.

Chapter 25

Heidi

We need to talk.

We need to talk.

Talk about what?!

Drew said it wasn’t serious, so I shouldn’t worry, right?

But he also said it’s not unimportant, so I should worry a little, right? Not unimportant means important. Drew has something important to talk to me about.

At least I brought home carbs.

I park in the driveway next to Jenna’s car and do a quick scan of the street. Drew never parks in front of the house, usually around the block somewhere. He could be inside right now, waiting to tell me something non-serious but important.

I hold my breath as I open the front door.

Jenna’s token cackle carries from elsewhere in the house. The kitchen, by the sounds of it. I silently kick off my shoes, listening to her as she talks to… someone else in the room.

Drew laughs loudly. So, he is here. He’s in my kitchen, laughing with my roommate, and waiting to tell me something important but not serious.

I linger in the hall outside the kitchen. Drew sits at the table, laughing as hard as Jenna is. She’s standing, so it’s clearly one of her full-body tall tales that change slightly with each retelling.

Jenna spots me in the doorway. “Well, hello!” she says.

Drew turns in his chair to look at me. His laugh fades, but his warm smile remains.

I wave at them. “Hi,” I say.

“I was just entertaining your gentleman caller.”

“Oh, really?”

Drew nods. “She was delighting me with the story of the time she got arrested.”

I chortle. “Which time?”

“Hey, now!” Jenna chuckles. “It was the first time, thank you.”

“Ah! That’s a good one!” I set the bag of fries on the table in front of Drew. “Fries, as promised.”

He hooks his arm around me. “Thank you,” he says before digging his nose into my side and smelling me. “I love having a girlfriend who works at a diner. You always come back smelling like maple syrup.”

I freeze. Even Jenna leans forward.

“Girlfriend?” I ask.

Drew slowly sits back. “Uh...”

Jenna grins. “Oh, this is awkward,” she says.

She sits down at the table and props her feet up on the chair across from her to watch.

I stare at Drew. “Am I your girlfriend?” I ask.

Drew looks at me, both of us ignoring Jenna’s eager grin. “Aren’t you?” he asks, his voice pitching higher.

“Am I?”

“Would you like to be?”

“Do you want me to be?”

He shrugs. “I’m not against the idea. Are you?”

“No,” I answer.

Jenna frowns. “Okay, this is more boring than I thought it’d be.”

I smile at Drew all over again. “Are you my boyfriend?” I ask.

He smiles back. “Yeah,” he answers. “I am.”

We kiss, his arms clinging to me even tighter.

“Ugh.” Jenna stands up with disgust. “I’m gonna go watch TV.”

She grabs her drink and stomps off down the hall.

“Not big on romance, is she?” Drew asks.

“Who?” I joke, pathetically lost in his eyes.

Drew shrugs. I laugh as he buries his nose in my side again.

Chapter 26

Heidi

I step out of the bathroom in my tank top and shorts, squeezing my damp hair dry as I stride toward my bedroom. While Drew might have a fetish for maple-scented women, I needed a long, hot shower after my shift.

I enter my room to find Drew standing over my desk. It takes me back to the night we met. Him, strong and casual. Me, freaking the fuck out. Sure, my heart still leaps at the sight of him hanging out in my bedroom, but not in the same way.

Drew taps the drawing on my desk; my latest attempt at hands. “You’re getting good at this,” he says.

I close the door. “Eh.”

“No, really.” He holds his hand above the drawing. “It’s like looking in a mirror.”

“Practice makes perfect,