“Your eyes are nice,” I told him, feeling my heart flip-flop when I looked at him. “I like them.” “Uh, thanks?” His cheeks reddened. “I like yours, too.” “Your face is red.” He shifted in discomfort. “So is yours.” “I know why.” I beamed back at him. “It’s because I give you the hots.” “Uh.” He looked surprised and his face turned even redder. “I, uh…” “It’s okay.” Grinning, I grabbed his hand and pressed it to my cheek. “See? You give me the hots, too.”
