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his glass and lifts the fry out. It’s soggy and dripping with Coke. “To make it up to me, I think you should either…” he pauses considering his options. His blue gaze flicks between his wet fry and my face. “Wear this as a monobrow for the rest of the night, or eat it.”
    I laugh at him. He’s not serious. Ryan’s never serious. I call his bluff, mostly to see what he’ll do. “I’ll eat it.”
    He blinks at me like he heard me wrong, “What? You will?”
    I nod and lean forward opening my mouth, thinking that there’s no way he’ll actually feed my a soda filled fry. Yeah, I was wrong. A wicked grin slips across Ryan’s lips as he leans closer, extending his hand toward my mouth. I think about slapping my mouth shut and jerking away, but with my luck I’ll have the soda- fry down my top.
    This is meant to be silly. It’s meant to be disgusting, to make me cringe and squeal, but I don’t. For som e reason this feel s seductive. Ryan’ s fingers brush my bottom lip as he places the fry on my tongue . It’s cold and salty sweet. His fingers linger, and his thumb slips across my bottom lip. Ryan’s gaze is on my mouth. He doesn’t notice anything else. I shiver as he touches me, even though his touch sends a jolt of heat coursing through my veins. I close my mouth on his finger, licking the salt and soda from the tip. Ryan sucks in a breath and pulls away slowly .
    I’m completely lost in his gaze, totally ignoring the nasty fry in my mouth. Somehow, Ryan made it sexual. How does he do that? It’s like every touch, every time , ends this way. I can’t stand it and I break the gaze, munching the fry.
    I say between chomps, “This is really gross. You should try one.” I joke, but to my surprise, he does.
    Ryan takes a fry from my plate, dunks it in my soda, and then eats it. I feel my nose crinkle. “You’re right. It’s totally disgusting.” He takes a huge swallow of soda to wash it down. He glances up at me, clearing his throat. “Fun times.”
    “You know it.”
    Things are getting awkward again. Why does that happen? We can sit together for hours, and then he does this. I don’t know what happens, but it’s like he disconnects and wants to run. But he doesn’t. He stays with me, even though he’d clearly rather be somewhere else. I take this as our cue to leave. I wave for the check. “Come on, let’s get out of here before it’s midnight. Although I have my own life 2,000 miles away, my parents still think I need a curfew when I’m home.”
    “Curfew? ” he asks, wrinkling his nose and laughing. “ What are you, sixteen?”
    “Apparently.” I throw my part of the bill down on the table and start to walk out.
    Ryan grabs my arm. “Hey cowgirl, slow down. ‘ Round these parts pe ople pay at the cash register.” I forgot. People throw money on the table and leave in Texas. My face reddens and I curse myself for looking so stupid, but Ryan just smiles. His gaze flicks between my face and the cashier. “Come on, little lady.”
    “Oh, my God. Stop with the John Wayne voice. You sound like Homer Simpson doing a cowboy impression.” I cut my gaze to his .
    Ryan reaches for my hand and knits our fingers together, and then twists me toward h im. “Which accent do you prefer? Tell me truly. New York or that Texas twang ?” He’s standing above me, despite my heels.
    My heart thumps against my ribs. That look could make me—well, never mind what it could do— the point is that this wasn’t the best place to be for that kind of thing. I answer quickly, pulling my hands away as I do so, “New York. There’s something more possessive about it.”
    We pay the cashier. Actually, Ryan pays the cashier and shoves my money back toward me. “I’ll pay. You’re giving me a ride in that tank. God knows , I’ll owe you $120 bucks in gas by the time we get home.”
    “Fine,” I huff, but I don’t like it.
    The cashier is a middle-aged woman. She grins at me, but averts her eyes