"Have you ever read the book Tommyknockers," Bill asked me earlier tonight. "Or maybe seen the made-for-TV movie?"
I shook my head. I had never heard of it, but it already sounded like something my book club would never read.
"I don't know much about the classics."
Bill laughed. "Stephen King wrote it. I'm not sure if that qualifies as a classic or not."
I laughed, too. "Probably not."
"It's my favorite book. Do you want to hear about it?"
Did I have a choice? I shook my head, and he began telling me about aliens and mystery gas. I wasn't quite sure. I never really liked sci-fi or horror. But Bill did like it. I could tell from his facial expression and how he seemed so excited.
"What's your favorite book?"
Bill pushed some of my hair back behind my ear while I stared, trying to think what my favorite book is so I would have something intelligent to say. Just then I realized he was leaning forward to kiss me. To kiss me? I panicked so I started leaning forward, too, and we clonked foreheads.
We both rubbed our foreheads. I couldn't look him in the eye. I felt ridiculous. But I guess he didn't feel ridiculous because he kissed first my forehead and then my lips.
