Page 63 of Bookish Boys Don't Date Social Girls
“I hate having my picture taken,” Brent grumbles.
“That just makes it more special.” I stand on my tiptoes and kiss his nose, then plop back onto my high heels and look at the photographer, whose shutter is already clicking. “Oh, I guess we’re ready.”
Brent and I both laugh as the camera continues to click.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
After several hours of dancing,the D.J. announces it’s the last call. A slow song spins and Brent pulls me against him. We are both sweaty from the run of faster songs we’ve just finished dancing to, but I’m so filled with happiness from such a wonderful wedding and reception, that nothing feels better than being pressed against Brent’s heated, damp clothes.
He wraps an arm around my waist and clutches my hand in his as he sways us to and fro to the rhythm of the music. He presses my fingers against his lips and rests his forehead against mine.
“I have had so much fun tonight.” His eyes are locked on my lips, and it stirs up the butterflies in my stomach. “You have the best family.”
“It’s been really fantastic, hasn’t it?” I want to look around at all the smiling faces, but my gaze is locked on Brent, and I seem to have lost the key. “I’m so happy for Ines and Lincoln. I’ve never seen my sister so happy.”
“I like your brothers, too. They’re both really cool.”
“It’s good to have them home.” I grin. “You’ll go with usto the pumpkin patch tomorrow, right? Cisco is the undisputed pumpkin cannon champion.”
“You had me at pumpkin cannon.”
We sway quietly, staring into each other’s eyes. I’m so comfortable with Brent, it’s hard to believe there was ever a time I couldn’t figure him out.
I blink up at him. “Can I ask you something?”
He lifts his head and scans my face. “This sounds serious.”
“Just something I’ve always been curious about.”
“Shoot.”
I study him for a bit before speaking. His green eyes are extra glittery in the soft lighting and shadows make his chiseled features extra sharp. I still can’t believe he doesn’t have half the girls at school drooling over him.
“When I first started coming to the bookstore, what did you think of me?”
His eyebrows arch. “That’s random. What brought that up?”
“It’s just something I’ve always wanted to know. Besides the scowl you always greeted me with, you were impossible to read. I’m curious what your major hesitation was.”
His eyes narrow with suspicion. “You really don’t know?”
I lean back. “I have no clue. You said you didn’t want to date me because of the experience thing, but that was later. Why were you always so cautious when I first showed up at the bookstore?”
Brent throws his head back and laughs. When he turns his smile on me, I let my gaze gobble it up. “Sam, I’ve always had a major crush on you. I literally thought Chris had sent you into the store to taunt me.”
I blink. “What?”
“You didn’t know?” He looks so surprised.
“That youhad a crush?”
He nods.
“No! I didn’t know you even knew who I was.”
He rolls his eyes. “Come on, Sam. Everybody knows who you are.”
“Well, you didn’t act like it.” When he gives me an ironic look, I clarify. “I knew you knew who I was, of course. We’ve gone to school together our entire lives. But you never seemed to care one way or the other. How would I interpret that to mean you had a crush?”
