“You can’t help how you feel,” she parroted back softly. “I don’t — I don’t know what to do now. I expected you to be angry with me.”
His expression softened and he shook his head. “Why would I be angry with you? It’s not like you can help your feelings, is it? Plus…I’m kind of flattered, really.”
“I didn’t ask you over here to dump all this on you,” she muttered. She kept looking down at their hands, trying to turn off her reaction to it and failing. And there were no more convenient excuses to get up and move away, to reduce the temptation. “Isaac … I just want to make you smile, I want you to be happy.”