Page 114 of If It's You

to explain it all again. But she knew better than to place her heart on a moving train and watch it fade away.

“You’re welcome, princess.” He went to the TV and fiddled with it before returning to her.

“What are you doing?”

He grabbed the remote from her and turned to the TV. “We are watching a movie.”

“I think I’d rather be alone.” She pulled her knees tighter to her chest.

He turned and looked at her now. “Yeah, probably, but I drove two hours for that heating

pad, and now I’m going to sit with you and watch a movie while eating Oreos.” He pulled out a package of peanut butter Oreos.

“Why are you doing this?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

He skipped through the credits, keeping his back toward her. “I like you, Maizie. I know I’m not good enough for you yet, but I want to try.”

Her heart pounded rapidly, all too aware of the way his declaration had affected her.

He liked her. But he wasn’t good enough for her? Why would he think that? If anything, she wasn’t good enough for him. She was rude and pushed people away all the time. Him included.

“What are we watching?” She hugged the warm puppy tighter when the pain in her abdomen resurfaced.

“The only dance movie I could find at the store. Free Dance.”

Maizie bit her lip to hide her smile. She loved this one.

Twenty minutes into the movie and Maizie still couldn’t focus on what was going on. Her eyes kept drifting to the man at the end of the couch. He hadn’t pulled out his phone once, and he actually seemed interested in the movie. Lindsay and her mom were the only ones who liked her shows.

Every time he glanced at her, she looked away, but her attention never left him. She needed a distraction. She reached for the cookies he had left by her side and grabbed one for herself and one for him.

“Thanks.” His fingers brushed hers as she passed it to him, sending a bolt of lightning through her veins.

“For the record, regular Oreos dipped in peanut butter are better than peanut butter Oreos,” she said after she finished her first cookie.

“No they aren’t. These don’t make your mouth dry,” he argued. “Speaking of which. . .” His voice trailed off as he stood and walked out, returning a minute later with two cups.

She gratefully accepted a cup and took a drink of the cool liquid. She paused and arched an eyebrow over at him.

“Are you drinking raw milk?”

He froze with his cup halfway to his mouth. “Maybe.” He drew out the word as if he didn’t believe it himself.

“Look at you. You’re growing up.” She snickered.

He shrugged and smiled. “The farm is growing on me,” he said, his words moving mountains inside her.

Christian sat his cup on the end table and sat down by her feet again. She was overly aware of every move he made.Man, he’s ruining this show.

She dragged her attention away from him and tried to focus on the television. Two of the main characters danced together on the screen, a beautiful and romantic dance that was captivating to watch.

“I could totally do that,” Christian said, killing the romantic moment.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“I’m way stronger than that guy.”

“And you have a much bigger ego, too.” She laughed, gently kicking his side.