“Every time you lie, your cheeks turn red.” “Nuh-uh.” Not the most eloquent thing I’d ever said, but it was the best I could come up with. His hands slid down the wall, stopping beside my hips. “I bet you think about me all the time. Nonstop.” “You’re insane.” I pressed back against the wall, breathless. “You probably even dream about me.” His gaze lowered to my mouth. I felt my lips part. “I bet you even write my name in your notebooks, over and over again, with a little heart drawn around it.”
