Page 108 of No Need to Run
I fight it, but the ice cream wins.
Hissing, I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes.
“Mmmmhhhaaa,” comes from him.
I nearly choke from laughing.
“What?” I press my hand over my mouth, trying not to spit any out.
Drew manages to swallow the huge bite and throws his hands up triumphantly. “Haha! I won!”
I laugh as he jumps to his feet and wiggles his hips. He has no rhythm, but it’s adorable.
“I won. I won, I won, I won,” he says, still dancing—if you can call it that—circling the table.
He comes over and drops down beside me. “Whew. I’m sweating.”
“At least you’re not in a sugar coma.”
“True.”
I tuck my feet beneath me, turning slightly so I can watch him instead of the movie. “Do you want me to change the movie?”
He shakes his head. “No. I’m good.”
I shift slightly so I’m closer, waiting to see what he does.
When he doesn’t react, I smile.
Progress.
We settle in to watch the movie.
After a few minutes, Drew’s eyes begin to get heavy.
“Are you tired?”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re blinking slower.”
“That’s not evidence.”
“It is if I’m building a case.”
His mouth curves. “What are you, a lawyer now?”
I grin. “Nah. That’s too boring.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I don’t see that as a viable career option for you.” His eyes slide to mine.
The humor softens there, thinning into something quieter. Something that makes the room feel smaller.
“Do you want me to leave? I can call my bro?—"
“No. I like you being here.”
A slow, soft smile curls his lips. “Me too.”
