Page 66 of Revive Me

“What is this?” I ask, gesturing at the drink and ignoring her question.

Her lips twitch. “Try it.”

When I realize she’s not going to answer my question, I sigh and lift the glass to my lips. Immediately, berries and mint explode on my tongue.

And with that comes a memory from two years ago.

I huff a laugh as I set the drink down. “I forgot about this. I don’t think I’ve had a mocktail since that night.”

Lily quirks an eyebrow. “Seriously? But you were selling mocktails so hard that night.”

I shrug. “I could tell you weren’t a drinker. It was the perfect way to flirt with you.”

She twirls her own glass in front of her, clearly hesitating. “You could’ve come over with any line and I would have flirted right back.”

The air between us heats at that quiet admission. I hold her gaze for long enough to see her pupils dilate and her breath catch, until she quickly looks back down at her drink. Which gives me free rein to look ather.

It’s the first time I’m seeing her in street clothes. Normally, she’s in scrubs, and that first night she was in a sexy dress. Now, she’s wearing a simple white long-sleeve shirt with jeans and a pair of tennis shoes. Her hair is down, and I think she’s wearing makeup because her eyes look brighter than they normally do and her lips are pink in a way that makes her look freshly kissed.

Fuck, now I’m thinking about kissing her. Would she taste like berries again?

I cough to clear my throat. When she finally looks back up at me, I gesture between us.

“What is this, Lily?” I ask, my voice sounding rough even to my own ears. “Why are we here?”

She chews nervously on her bottom lip.Fuck, I’m thinking about kissing her again.What did I ask her?

I look down at the drinks and remember. “Are we reliving the night we met or something?”

She shakes her head. “No, of course not. This has nothing to do with our history.”

“Then what? Even with your twisted therapy methods, I doubt a field trip to a restaurant is going to help my recovery.”

Tell me it’s a date. Tell me this night has nothing to do with my recovery.

But no matter how badly I want those to be the words that come out of her mouth, I’m also not surprised when she says, “I just thought it would be good for us if we spent some time outside of the clinic. Is that so bad?”

Thinking back to the moment she asked me out, I try to remember what we were talking about. “You asked me out after our conversation about me going back to school. How does your brain jump from that to dinner?”

She gives me an innocent look that I’m not buying at all. She’s up to something.

“So, what is it? Why are we?—?”

“Hey there, folks, happy Thursday and welcome to Trivia Night!”

I’m interrupted by a voice coming over the loudspeaker. Frowning, I turn toward the sound to find a curly-haired guy sitting in a high-top chair with a mic in one hand and tablet in the other.

“My name is Ted, and I’ll be your host for tonight,” he says into the mic, an excited grin on his face. “In just a moment, our lovely waiters and waitresses will be coming around to offer you a pen and paper if you’d like to participate. Just fill out a team name at the top, and we’ll get started once everyone’s ready!”

I turn back to Lily, my confusion only tripling when I realize she doesn’t seem surprised by this turn of events.

“You brought me to Trivia Night?” I ask incredulously. “Why?”

“Our prize tonight is a little different than our usual.” The host continues. “The team that answers the most questions correctly will wintwotickets to the Movie Tavern! So, strap on your trivia caps, and get ready for Trivia Night – History edition!”

My eyes widen as a lightbulb goes off in my head. And my suspicions are confirmed when Lily’s expression turns sheepish.

“Okay, before you get annoyed,” she hurries to say, “I’ll preface this by saying, we can leave if you want to. Or we can stay and not play. The trivia thing was secondary to wanting to hang out with you.”

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