yours.”
“Absolutely.”
“God, it’s been forever since I’ve seen this movie. Remember how you loved Blane?”
“Yeah,” she said, blushing.
“I never got that, why you found him so hot. His hair really looked terrible in that prom scene.”
Jenna laughed. “You always say that.”
“Well, it did.”
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“I’m sure you had the hots for Molly Ringwald. All the guys did.”
“I didn’t.”
“Oh, the blonde then, the one dancing around in her underwear?”
“Definitely not her. I liked Andie, actually. Not Molly. But the character of Andie.”
Jenna shot him a sideways glance. “She was an outcast and kind of quirky, don’t you think?”
“What’s wrong with quirky?”
“Nothing.” A strange expression flickered across her face before she picked up her spoon and motioned
to the bowl. “So, what do we have here?”
“Oh, just a little white chocolate and cream, and caramel-filled chocolate squares, with some egg bread I
had lying around. I suppose you’d call it chocolate-caramel bread pudding.”
“I love bread pudding. I haven’t had a pudding like this since I left home. Although I know my mom
never made anything this decadent.”
Bryce found himself grinning, filled with an absurd adolescent feeling of giddiness. He was always like this
when someone waxed on about his cooking. He was even more giddy, he realized, when that someone
was Jenna.
Jenna’s mom was a phenomenal cook, and Bryce knew that to wow Jenna was a difficult task. She was
clearly wowed now, though. She was closing her eyes, savoring the sweet smell wafting up from the
bowl.
She dug into the custard mixture with her spoon and was about to raise it to her mouth when he wrapped
his fingers around her wrist. “Wait.” She looked at him, and all of a sudden his heart did this weird
flopping thing.
“What?” she asked, her voice so soft and quiet and so very feminine.
“I . . .” He licked his lips and pressed closer to her. “I just wanted to say happy birthday.” He bent to
kiss her cheek, something he’d done numerous times in their friendship. But he couldn’t bring himself to
do it. Instead, he cupped her cheek and brought her forward, dragging his mouth against the curve of her
ear and down lower to her jaw. God, she smelled good. And she felt good, so soft against his hand and
mouth.
“Happy birthday,” he said once more, kissing the corner of her mouth; then he pulled away, horrified by
his actions and wondering what she was going to say.
But true to Jenna form, she saved his ego by not making a big deal out of his lost control. Instead she
smiled and pointed at the bowl with the tip of her spoon. “So what do you call this?”
“It needs a name. If it’s any good, that is.”
She smiled and raised a spoonful to her lips. Catching his gaze, she slid a bit of the steaming pudding into
her mouth. With a groan, she closed her eyes. “Good? Bryce, this is awesome. This is . . .” She blushed
and looked away.
He put his bowl down on the coffee table and cupped her cheek. “Tell me what you were gonna say.”
She wouldn’t meet his gaze. Bryce saw some struggle waged in her eyes before she lifted her lashes and
looked fully at him.
“This is so good, it could be sex on a plate.”
His heart went into overdrive. Pressing closer, Bryce watched her take another bite. “Yeah?” he asked,
his voice curiously hoarse.
“Yeah,” she replied in a rush of breath.
Her breasts pushed against the pink satin, her nipples pressing against the bodice. He watched as a lace
strap slid down her shoulder. He reached out, hooking his finger beneath it, knowing he should slide it
back onto her shoulder, but wanting to lower it, wanting to expose her breast—needingto feel all that soft
flesh in his hand.
Her breath seemed to hitch, and so did his. What was he doing? Hell, what was she thinking,
“Absolutely.”
“God, it’s been forever since I’ve seen this movie. Remember how you loved Blane?”
“Yeah,” she said, blushing.
“I never got that, why you found him so hot. His hair really looked terrible in that prom scene.”
Jenna laughed. “You always say that.”
“Well, it did.”
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“I’m sure you had the hots for Molly Ringwald. All the guys did.”
“I didn’t.”
“Oh, the blonde then, the one dancing around in her underwear?”
“Definitely not her. I liked Andie, actually. Not Molly. But the character of Andie.”
Jenna shot him a sideways glance. “She was an outcast and kind of quirky, don’t you think?”
“What’s wrong with quirky?”
“Nothing.” A strange expression flickered across her face before she picked up her spoon and motioned
to the bowl. “So, what do we have here?”
“Oh, just a little white chocolate and cream, and caramel-filled chocolate squares, with some egg bread I
had lying around. I suppose you’d call it chocolate-caramel bread pudding.”
“I love bread pudding. I haven’t had a pudding like this since I left home. Although I know my mom
never made anything this decadent.”
Bryce found himself grinning, filled with an absurd adolescent feeling of giddiness. He was always like this
when someone waxed on about his cooking. He was even more giddy, he realized, when that someone
was Jenna.
Jenna’s mom was a phenomenal cook, and Bryce knew that to wow Jenna was a difficult task. She was
clearly wowed now, though. She was closing her eyes, savoring the sweet smell wafting up from the
bowl.
She dug into the custard mixture with her spoon and was about to raise it to her mouth when he wrapped
his fingers around her wrist. “Wait.” She looked at him, and all of a sudden his heart did this weird
flopping thing.
“What?” she asked, her voice so soft and quiet and so very feminine.
“I . . .” He licked his lips and pressed closer to her. “I just wanted to say happy birthday.” He bent to
kiss her cheek, something he’d done numerous times in their friendship. But he couldn’t bring himself to
do it. Instead, he cupped her cheek and brought her forward, dragging his mouth against the curve of her
ear and down lower to her jaw. God, she smelled good. And she felt good, so soft against his hand and
mouth.
“Happy birthday,” he said once more, kissing the corner of her mouth; then he pulled away, horrified by
his actions and wondering what she was going to say.
But true to Jenna form, she saved his ego by not making a big deal out of his lost control. Instead she
smiled and pointed at the bowl with the tip of her spoon. “So what do you call this?”
“It needs a name. If it’s any good, that is.”
She smiled and raised a spoonful to her lips. Catching his gaze, she slid a bit of the steaming pudding into
her mouth. With a groan, she closed her eyes. “Good? Bryce, this is awesome. This is . . .” She blushed
and looked away.
He put his bowl down on the coffee table and cupped her cheek. “Tell me what you were gonna say.”
She wouldn’t meet his gaze. Bryce saw some struggle waged in her eyes before she lifted her lashes and
looked fully at him.
“This is so good, it could be sex on a plate.”
His heart went into overdrive. Pressing closer, Bryce watched her take another bite. “Yeah?” he asked,
his voice curiously hoarse.
“Yeah,” she replied in a rush of breath.
Her breasts pushed against the pink satin, her nipples pressing against the bodice. He watched as a lace
strap slid down her shoulder. He reached out, hooking his finger beneath it, knowing he should slide it
back onto her shoulder, but wanting to lower it, wanting to expose her breast—needingto feel all that soft
flesh in his hand.
Her breath seemed to hitch, and so did his. What was he doing? Hell, what was she thinking,
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