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“Don’t do air quotes when you say that, Lexi, we are just friends.” She tilts her head like I’m being naive, so I insist, “He’s a brother to me. You know that, come on! It’s like we have four brothers, not three!”
“Maybe when we were kids, Sam. I don't know if you noticed, but he is not a kid anymore. You want to talk about gorgeous, look no further.”
“Gross.”
She stares at me and shakes her head, turning on her heel for Marion’s hospital room. “I need pizza.”
I follow her, annoyed she’s joined the Mom-and-Dad-train suggesting Logan would be a great boyfriend for me.
I can’t even imagine us kissing.
I’ve known him my whole life.
Every awkward phase.
He’s seen.
I’ve seen.
Kissing is out of the question.
We would crack up!
Gag.
Promise never to do it again.
Asher turns around as I walk in. He puts his hands on my waist and backs me up until, hello again, hallway!
Glancing over his shoulder to make sure Marion’s hospital door has firmly closed, he pulls me further up the corridor and says, “Finally.”
He’s so handsome, my insides go squishy when he looks at me. Feeling heat rise everywhere, I smile, “Finally what?”
His volume is intimate as his warm fingers go down my arm. “I finally get to tell you that you did an amazing job tonight. From the first rehearsal, I saw it. You move like you were meant to be there. And now you are.” His eyelashes drop to my lips. “How did it feel?”
Feeling lightheaded I confess, “Amazing.” Like how you’re looking at me right now. “I didn’t even see the audience. I was really there. I was Izzy.”
“The zone. I know. I felt that vibe coming off you. I’m so jaded from having done so many of these. It was really cool to be dancing with someone like you. You made me remember what I love about it”
“Really?”
“That's why I improvised that kiss. It felt right.” He leans in, about to kiss me again, when three of our cast members kill the mood by shouting for our order. Asher chuckles and rolls his eyes. “We keep getting interrupted.”
Tucking my hair behind my ear, I gave him a flirtatious smile. “We do.”
“To be continued,” he says, taking my hand and braiding our fingers. We walk into the hospital room and I lock eyes with my sister who throws me an almost imperceptible nod of approval.
Asher gets drawn into a conversation about what this production will be like when it goes north.
I take advantage of him not watching me to glance over to Zoe.
Her barely contained excitement is so obvious I purse my lips, silently telling her, Shh.
She mouths, He looks like Ryder.
No, he doesn’t. Maybe the hair color. But she’s so obsessed with Tanner’s nephew she’d say a skillet looked like him. Anything dark. Anything hot.
When pizza is finally getting passed around the room, Marion calls my name. I let go of Asher’s hand, crossing to her bed.
