It’s the first time Isaac has spoken my name to me. And the sound of it from his lips thrills me. He holds out my pen and the sign-up sheet. I reach for it slowly. Bryson sits down louder than necessary and plucks the pen and paper from Isaac’s hands. He’s studying me like I’m some math problem that he can’t figure out. “What’s wrong?” Isaac asks. “Nothing,” Bryson says. But it doesn’t sound that way, and before either of us can ask anything further, he turns to me. “When would you like to practice?” I glance over his shoulder and meet Isaac’s eyes. He shrugs and smiles again. I feel heat
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Oooooooooo is someone jealous?????
