Better Than the Movies (Better than the Movies, #1)

by Lynn Painter

“Sweet Lord, he touched you?” His eyes widened like this was a really big deal. “He did.” I proudly raised my chin. “Like, how did he do it? Was it coachy and clinical, or…?” “It was like this.” I reached over and moved his elbows from their position at his sides to a few inches higher in the air. “Only maybe lighter and more fingertippy.” “Holy shit, Liz.” He gave his head a little shake and his mouth was wide open. “That’s huge.” My lips slid all the way up into the beamingest geek smile ever, even though it sent a jolt of pain through my nose. “It is?” “Oh my God, no. It isn’t.” Wes put his hands in his pockets and gestured for me to walk, as the light had turned green. “That was sarcasm. I thought you knew that until you said ‘fingertippy.’ ” “Oh.” I cleared my throat and said, “Well, it felt like something.” “Like something fingertippy?” As he mocked my words and my Michael obsession, it hit me that everything was all wrong. Wes was the one walking me to the hospital, and it was Wes’s shirt that’d staunched the flow of blood from my face. Wasn’t it supposed to be Michael?

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