He leaned in the last bit necessary to give her a kiss. When she’d just about forgotten the question, he pulled back. “No. That’s not what I want. I’m just having a hard time keeping my hands off you.”
“Oh. Well. Okay.” She tried to kiss him, but he backed away.
“No, you’re right. We don’t have time.”
She smirked, then had to jump out of the way to avoid his hand connecting with her butt.
They packed a cooler and Emma tried on some of Drew’s baseball hats until she found one she liked and added it to her bag, which already had sunscreen, a hairbrush, and ponytail holder, along with her jacket and pair of pants. By the time they were all set, they heard the sound of a car coming down the lane. Emma wiped her suddenly damp palms on her shorts and followed Drew out to meet the best friend
