As the thought surfaced, Isabel's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. She hesitated to ask, afraid it was all just her imagination.
Inhaling deeply, Isabel pushed her scattered thoughts aside, anxious not to let Chris catch on. She swiftly pulled her hand away.
Turning to Chris, she asked with signs, "You mentioned you need an assistant for the lab stuff. What exactly would my responsibilities be?"
Chris looked down at his now empty palm, a touch of emptiness in his eyes. Isabel's hand had been so soft and delicate to the touch. He had wanted to keep holding it, but he feared it might only frighten her.
With a soft sigh, he decided to take it slow, hoping she would know how he felt toward her one day.
Chris replied, "Do whatever you feel like doing, whether it's studying or just rea
