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have to turn
his head to catch me in the act. (Score!)
    So,
needless to say, it was hard to concentrate on the book. Instead, I found
myself wondering what it would feel like to be wrapped in his big delicious strong
arms. (Quiver.)
    I
squeezed my eyes shut, then forced myself to focus my thoughts on chemistry. We
had a test the next day, and I wanted to do well on it. Over the summer I
decided I’d like to be a pediatrician and that meant I’d need a lot of chemistry,
and all the other sciences as well.
      As always, it was extremely helpful to
read my schoolwork with Drew around. Whenever I came to something I didn’t
understand I just called him over and he’d stop what he was doing and patiently
explain it to me. He was extremely patient, and explained things thoroughly well,
but I’d already known that from the year before when we’d gotten together so
often to work on our homework.
    He
finished his paper about the same time that I finished the chapter.
    “Munchies,”
he said. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
    He
went downstairs to get necessities—chips and soda. Then gasp! To my sheer
unease—we sat on his bed studying.
    He
would quiz me, and then I would quiz him. We both had it down fairly solid, so
for the most part we just talked. I told him that I’d decided that I wanted to
be a pediatrician, and he was amazed, telling me that he wanted to be a doctor
too. I informed him that I already knew that. That surprised him. But I don’t know
why. It was common knowledge that Drew wanted to be a doctor.
    “Maybe
we’ll go to the same med school,” he mused.
    My
heart pounded. “Maybe.”
    “I’d
like to go to the same school as you,” he murmured.
    His
words sent a thrill through my entire body. Maybe it was more the way he said
it than the actual words he spoke. I mean, I have to admit “I’d like to go to
the same med school as you” is not the most romantic thing that has ever been
said. The way he said it though seemed to imply much more than what he had
actually said. I peeked up at him to find him staring at me again.
    “Brooke
… I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”
    He
said those beautiful words so soft and husky that heat ripped through me. It
also helped that his eyes seemed to be flickering flames of passion as they
gazed into mine. Holy smokes!! I was on fire.
    His
face drew closer to me. Heat sizzled through my body. Was he going to kiss
me???
    Before
he could own me any further with his hungry eyes and words Delia came bouncing
into the room. (Thank goodness!)
    Snapping
out of my trance, I shot up from the bed as fast as lightning. Suddenly
consumed with guilt—since I’d been yearning for Drew’s kiss—and it
had seemed he was going to give it to me. Big time.
    Waves
of guilt washed through me as I leapt from his bed, though Drew groaned and winced
like my move—or the interruption—caused him immense heartache. He
ducked his head and made a little grunt noise, his eyes staying on me as his
little sister ran to me, then he collapsed back, as though in defeat. He even
made a tiny tortured noise, though he was just playing, and it was funny.
    “Brooke!”
Delia squealed in delight, flinging her arms around my neck.
    “Hey
Delia!” I laughed, returning her tight hug. “I missed you, little runt.”
    Delia
tugged on my hand excitedly. “Come see my new tea-set! I got it last week for
my birthday!”
    “No
Delia,” Mrs. Roberts said at the bedroom door. “It’s very late. You tell Brooke
good night. You have school in the morning.”
    “Good-night
Brooke,” Delia said reluctantly. “Will you come over and play with me tomorrow?”
    “Maybe.”
    I
didn’t make any promises, because—No.
    No
way. I could never come here again. Not ever. My heart couldn’t take it. It
turned to putty just being near Drew—but having him gaze at me like he
does now? No way. My heart is wayyy too much of a goner to handle it.
    Once
Delia left, I found Drew still