“Why don’t we catch a movie?”
Brina’s wings drooped a bit. “I get kicked out of human theatres. Too much glow. It’s why my parents caved and got Netflix.”
“Really? Wow.” Ethan thought a moment. “Do you get kicked out of ice cream parlors?
“Not that I can recall.”
“There’s this great place near the Riverwalk. What if we go there, and then watch a movie at your house?”
Brina smiled. “You want to watch a movie with my family?”
Ethan’s eyes twinkled in the streetlights. “They’ll love me. Plus, I figure if you’re home early, I’ll get a longer date. Make up for the awful party I took you to.”
Brina fought back a giggle, but couldn’t tone down her permagrin. “Sounds good.”
“First, though,” he said, “there’s something I’ve been wanting to do all night that I won’t get a chance to do at your parents’ house.”
“What?” Brina ruthlessly stomped on a rising thread of hope. He couldn’t mean….
Ethan stepped closer, pressed her lightly against the car, and cupped her jaw in his hand. “This,” he said, as he lowered his mouth to hers.
Ethan’s kiss was utterly different from Louie's. Instead of just resting against hers, his lips moved, rocking first one way and then the other. Every nerve ending in Brina’s body buzzed, and she held onto his arms with hands gone numb. Kissing Ethan was like taking a direct jolt of Yellow dust with a chaser of White. It was better than flying.