(Isolde's POV)
My face went hot the second those words left his mouth.
*You and him are not the same. And I think you already know that.*
I stood there staring at him, trying to figure out what exactly he meant by that.
What was the difference between me and Oliver?
If I really had to name one - Oliver would never be kissed by him in the back of a car.
My thoughts slammed to a stop right there.
Was he implying that he had that kind of intention toward me?
I opened my mouth. Closed it again.
"What are you thinking about?"
His voice cut through my thoughts.
"Nothing," I said, too fast.
"Nothing?" He leaned back in his chair, watching me. "You sure you're not thinking about me?"
"I'm not."
"Your face says otherwise."
"My face is fine."
He stood up from behind the desk.
I took
