down, grabs his phone, and opens Instagram. “I’m unfollowing you again.”
I laugh after swallowing my first bite and then peck him on his cheek. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He grins. “Promise?”
I nod. Then I shake my head. “It’s second to how you taste after eating suckers.”
“Good enough for me.” He picks up his sandwich and takes a bite. He groans, and the sound he makes causes me to redden a little. I don’t think he notices, because he tears off a miniscule piece of bread and reaches across the table, placing it next to an ant. The ant eventually carries it away.
Miller kisses my cheek, then takes another bite of his sandwich. “You thought about what kind of film we’re going to make?”
I shake my head and wipe my lips with a napkin. He reaches up and brushes something away from my mouth with his thumb.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” he says.
“We have three months.”
“That’s not a lot of time. It’s a lot of work.”
“Dang,” I say with a sarcastic undertone. “Guess that means we’re gonna have to spend a lot of time together.”
He’s holding his sandwich with one hand and rubbing my leg with his other while we eat. He’s super affectionate. And he’s not afraid to kiss me in public. Or in front of a camera.
I suspect we’ll be getting detention more than once this year.
“Stop looking at it,” he says, referring to the camera.
“I can’t help it,” I say, looking away. “It’s just right there in our faces.”
“And you want to be an actress?”
I nudge him with my elbow. “That’s different. This”—I wave to the camera—“is awkward.”
“Get used to it because I want a lot of footage to work with. I want to win this year. Last time I submitted, we got fourth place.”
“In the whole region?”
“The state.”
“What? Miller, that’s fantastic!”
He shrugs. “Not really. Fourth place cut deep. They only post the top three finalists to YouTube. No one cares about fourth place. I decided me and you are going for gold.” He leans in and kisses me, then pulls back and takes another bite of his sandwich. “Does it bother you that I kiss you so much?” He’s talking with his mouth full, but it’s kind of adorable.
“What a strange thing for a person to be bothered by. Of course not.”
“Good.”
“I like that you’re an affectionate person.”
He shakes his head, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “That’s just it, though. I’m not. I wasn’t like this with Shelby.”
“Why is it different with me?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ve been trying to figure that out. I just crave you more than I’ve ever craved anything in my life.”
That comment makes me smile, but I raise a teasing eyebrow. “I don’t know, Miller. You were pretty damn stoked for your sandwich.”
He has half a sandwich still left to eat, but as soon as I say that, he stands up and walks over to a nearby trash can and tosses it inside. He sits back down. “That sandwich meant nothing to me. I’d take your tongue in my mouth over that sandwich any day.”
I crinkle up my nose and pull back. “Was that supposed to be sexy? Because it wasn’t.”
He laughs and pulls me closer to him, pressing his mouth to mine. It’s not a sweet kiss, though. This one is full of tongue. And . . . bread.
I push him away. “You still have food in your mouth!” I fake gag and take a sip of my drink.
His drink is already empty, so he takes mine from me and drinks some of it.
A moment later, he looks longingly over at the trash can and sighs. “I threw it away to make a point, but I really wanted to eat the rest of it.” He looks back at me. “Would it be gross if I dug it back out of the trash?”
I laugh. “Yes. And I’d never kiss you again.” I slide him the rest of my sandwich. “Here. You can eat the rest of mine. I’m not even hungry.”
He takes my sandwich and eats it, then finishes off my drink. He gathers all the trash and throws it away, then returns to the picnic table and straddles the bench again, sliding me closer to him. He presses his forehead to mine and smiles, then pulls back, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear. “I think I’m psychic. I knew we would be good together, Clara.”
“You aren’t psychic. We’ve been together for less