Slammed

time."
     
    "Huh. I assumed most of y’all would hate the snow. Doesn’t it snow here most of the year?”
     
    “ Y’all ?” he laughs.
     
    “ What?”
     
    “ Nothing," he says with a smile on his face. "I’ve just never heard anyone say ‘y’all’ in real life before. It’s cute. So southern belle.”
     
    “ Oh, I’m sorry," I laugh. "From now on I’ll do like you Yankees and waste my breath by saying 'all you guys.’”
     
    He laughs and nudges my shoulder. “Don’t. I like your accent, it’s perfect.”
     
    I can’t believe I’ve actually turned into a girl who swoons over a guy. I detest it so much; I start to inspect his features more intently, trying to find a flaw. I can’t. Everything about him so far is perfect.
     
    We get most of the items on our list and head to the checkout. He refuses to let me put anything on the conveyor belt, so I just stand back and watch as he unloads the items from the buggy. The last item he places on the line is a box of bandages. I never even saw him grab them.
     
    When we pull out of the grocery store, Will tells me to turn in the opposite direction in which we came. We drive maybe two whole blocks when he instructs me to turn left-onto our street. The drive that took us twenty minutes on the way there takes us less than a minute on the way back.
     
    "Nice," I laugh as I pull in my driveway. I realize what he's done and that the flirtation on his end is blatantly obvious.
     
    I park the car, remove the keys from the ignition and grab my purse. Will has already rounded to the back of the jeep so I press the trunk lever for him. I get out and walk to where he is, expecting him to have an armload of groceries. Instead, he's just standing there holding the trunk up, watching me.
     
    With my best southern belle impression, I place my hand across my chest and say, "Why! I never would have been able to find the store without your help. Thank you so much for your hospitality kind sir."
     
    I sort of expect him to laugh, but he just stands there, staring at me.
     
    " What ?" I ask nervously.
     
    He takes a step toward me and softly cups my chin with his free hand. I'm shocked by my own reaction; the fact that I allow it. He studies my face for a few seconds as my heart races within my chest. I think he's about to kiss me.
     
    I attempt to calm my breathing as I stare up at him. He steps in even closer and removes his hand from my chin and places it on the back of my neck, leaning my head in toward him. His lips press gently against my forehead, lingering a few seconds before he releases his hand and steps back.
     
    "You're so cute," he says as he reaches in the trunk and grabs four sacks with one hefty swoop. He walks toward the house and sets them at the entryway outside the door.
     
    I'm frozen, attempting to absorb the last fifteen seconds of my life. Where did that come from? Why did I just stand there and let him do that? Despite my objections I realize, almost pathetically, that I have just experienced the most passionate kiss I've ever received from a guy, and it was on the freaking forehead!
     
    ***
     
    As Will is reaching into the trunk for another handful of groceries, Kel and Caulder run out of the house, followed by my mother.
     
    The boys dart across the street to check out Caulder’s bedroom. Will politely extends his hand out to my mother as she walks toward us.
     
    “ You must be Layken and Kel’s mom. I’m Will Cooper. We live across the street.”
     
    "Julia Cohen," she says. "You're Caulder's older brother?"
     
    "Yes, Ma’am," he replies. "Older by twelve years."
     
    "So that makes you…twenty-one?" She turns toward me and winks.
     
    Oh no, she's trying to embarrass me. I'm standing behind Will at this point, so I take the opportunity to reciprocate one of her infamous glares. She just smiles.
     
    “ Well, I'm glad Kel and Lake were able to make friends so fast,” she says.
     
    "Me too," he replies.
     
    She turns and heads inside but purposefully nudges me with her shoulder as she passes. She doesn't speak a word but I know what she's hinting at; she's giving me her approval.
     
    Will reaches in for the last two sacks. "Lake, huh? I like that." He hands me the sacks as he shuts the trunk.
     
    " So, Lake." He leans back against the car and crosses his arms. "Caulder and I are going to Detroit on Friday. We’ll be gone until late Sunday, family stuff," he says with a dismissing wave of his hand. "I was