“About giving it a shot.I kissed Trent.Again.Twice.”
“You did not!”Drea squealed.“That’s awesome, Harper.How was it?”
“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t give me chills.”
“Does he have serious skills in the lip department?He looks like he would.”Drea tossed the cloth across the counter, landing it in the sink.
“Drea!”
“Come on girl, give.You’ve forgotten how to do this after all this time.”Drea pulled up one of the customer stools, facing Harper.“This is where you spill all the steamy details.”
“I’m not sure what to do…”
“No, no, no, no, no!This is not where we talk about the past, or what it means, or where it’s going.This is where you go all dreamy-eyed and gooey and tell me how your heart almost pounded out of your chest.How his hands drove you to the brink of distraction.How you almost had an orgasm when he kissed you.Do not deprive me of this moment.I’ve waited years.”
The expectant look on Drea’s face was too much.Harper couldn’t contain her laughter.
“Oh, come on!I’m serious.Do not make me get angry.”
“Okay, okay.It was hot.First time was on the beach after our date and the second time was yesterday at the studio.I brought him dinner.”
“LOGISTICS!”Drea groaned, banging her head against the table.“I don’t want freakin’ logistics.Wow.You really are useless at this.Why didn’t you tell me this last night?Wait, no… Tongues?No tongues?”
“Seriously.What are we?Twelve?”Harper stifled a laugh at the frown on Drea’s face.“All right!First time we were lying down in the sand and we made out and he was very excited, if you know what I mean.The second time, he kissed the chocolate from one of our famous éclairs off my lip, and yes, there were tongues.Smoking hot, mind-blowing tongues.”
“Did you get to size him up?How big?”Using her palms, Drea gestured varying lengths as she raised her eyebrows.
“Oh my… seriously, Drea?”Harper blushed.“I am so not answering that question.Did I not share enough already?”
“Share enough about what?”In walked the man of the hour.“You gonna tell me what put that color on your cheeks, darlin’?”
He got better looking every time she saw him.With his strong build, Trent certainly knew how to fill out a door frame.He wore faded jeans, black boots, and a black T-shirt that highlighted his beautiful tattoos to perfection.
His hair was still wet from a recent shower.It was a tough call.Which was more spectacular?His deep, dark eyes or his playful dimples?
“Your ears must have been burning.We were just talking about you, sugar,” Drea offered, grinning impishly.
“DREA!”Harper shouted, feeling her cheeks running redder with embarrassment.“Seriously learn to filter!”
Both of them laughed at her.
“I came by to see if I could give you a ride home if you’re ready.If not, I can just hang out until you’re done.”
Drea waved her hands toward the door.“Go, Harper.There ain’t anyone else coming in, and if they do, I’m sure I can handle it.”
Joanie came out of the break room clutching a sheet of paper to her chest and handed it to Harper.
“It’s myTom Sawyerassignment.I did what you said with the structuring and stuff, but I wondered if you would take a look at it for me before I hand it in.Be honest with me?”
Harper looked down at the character assessment of Aunt Polly, and smiled with pride.It was an interesting choice, as many people would have picked Huckleberry Finn or Tom Sawyer.
“I’d love to, Joanie.You made a great choice.I’ll bring it back to you in a couple of days, okay?”
After Joanie left and Drea disappeared into the back, Trent reached over the counter, using her apron pocket to pull her toward him.
“You gonna tell me what you were saying about me?”His voice was low and husky.
Not trusting her voice with an answer, Harper simply shook her head.
