"He looks at me with chocolate brown eyes that are so intense I swear they could hypnotize someone. "You ready?" he asks. For a nanosecond, as I'm staring into those dark eyes, I wonder what it would be like to kiss Alex. My gaze drops to his lips. For less than a nanosecond, I can almost feel them coming closer. Would his lips be hard on mine, or soft? Is he a slow kisser, or hungry and fast like his personality? "For what?" I whisper as I lean closer. "The project," he says. "Hand warmers. Peterson's class. Chemistry." I shake my head, clearing all ridiculous thoughts from my overactive teenage mind. I must be sleep-deprived. "Yeah, hand warmers." I open my chem book. "Brittany?" "What?" I say, staring blindly at the words on the page. I have no clue what I'm reading because I'm too embarrassed to concentrate. "You were lookin' at me like you wanted to kiss me." I force a laugh. "Yeah, right," I say sarcastically. "Nobody's watchin' if you want to, you know, try it. Not to brag, but I'm somewhat of an expert." He gives me a lazy smile, one that was probably created to melt girls' hearts all over the globe. "Alex, you're not my type." I need to tell him something to stop him from looking at me like he's planning to do things to me I've only heard about."