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“Not as cute as me.” He winks. He actually winks, and somehow it actually comes across as sexy rather than stupid or creepy. I feel myself blushing, and I am extremely grateful that it’s so dark inside the camper shell.“Well, you’re not cute,” I say, finishing off my bar. “I’m not cute?” Chris repeats, looking shocked. “Is that why you stare at me all the time?”“I’m not staring at you!” I retort. “I’m just making sure you’re not trying to kill me or something. Or steal my backpack.”“Right. I’m just dying to steal a backpack with two energy bars and a plastic poncho.” He smirks. “That’s been my plan all along.”“Hey, desperation drives people to do crazy things,” I say, taking my jacket off. “You still don’t think I’m cute?” His smile is playful. Pleasant, even. I spread my coat out like a blanket over my body, thankful for my thermal black shirt. Warmth is important these days. “No,” I say, and it’s the truth. Chris isn’t cute. He’s way too mature and fit and older to be cute. He’s hot. But he doesn’t need to know that’s what I think. “You’re a terrible liar,” he says, folding his arms across his chest. “I can see you smiling.” “I’m not smiling,” I answer. “I’m laughing at you. Vanity is so yesterday.” “Ah.” He suddenly reaches across the truck and places his arms right over my head. I freeze, surprised – and stunned. “My brother,” he says, his face way too close, “is very similar to me. But he’s eleven years younger than I am.” I hold my breath, my eyes flicking down to the fine goatee he has all the way around his mouth, up the sides of his cheeks. He’s got nice skin, a strong jaw, long, thick hair right above the shoulders that’s dark brown with blonde highlights. “Chris,” I say, afraid to release a breath. He moves closer. Way too close. I can actually feel him breathing against my skin, and he smells a little bit like the leftover coffee from Walter’s apartment. His eyes search my face for some kind of emotion. His gaze is so intense that it would be a crime to move. To breathe. And if I lean forward just an inch, I could kiss him. “What…time is it?” I ask, glancing down at the crank radio, dropping my eyes. I can see the time from here: 8:33 p.m. He knows I can see it, too. But instead of pointing that out, he slowly moves his arms from the camper shell and pulls away, making a point of taking his time fingering the strands of hair falling over my shoulder. He looks either extremely smug or disappointed with my reaction. Maybe both.Definitely both. I finally exhale and scratch the side of my head, wondering what I should say. Something like, “Why didn’t you kiss me?” or “Why did I ask for the time?”Chris says nothing, retreating into frustrating silence. I curl up into my usual ball and try to say warm as Chris flicks off the light.STATE OF EMERGENCY on Kindle
