“You really think so?”
She looked at him for a long, silent moment, eyes flicking over his face. Blue eyes. Elegant nose. Sharp cheekbones. “I’m not,” she said finally. “So don’t say it. Don’t lie. You’re a teenage bundle of hormones and you want anything that holds still long enough.” She got up, and held out a hand. “Not here, after all. My place. I don’t want even a chance of being interrupted.”
Isaac stared at her for a moment, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not lying,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “I think you’re gorgeous,” he told her, getting up and following her. “I don’t lie.”
She didn’t say anything. Not on their way out, not the whole drive over, not while unlocking her studio apartment. Not while she pushed him up against the door and kissed him fiercely, fingers clenched in his shoulders.