“What was that?” she asked, confusion covering her face. “What was what?” “Did…” She paused, doubting her own thoughts. “Did Jackson just…smile at you?” “That was hardly a smile,” I remarked. “But he looked your way.” “It’s not a big deal,” I told her, feeling my cheeks heat. “It was just a glance.” She narrowed her eyes. “Why are you blushing then?” “I’m not.”
