As we wandered through the shops, I filled Jane in on everything that had happened with Izzy—the kiss, the swimming, the way things had nearly gone too far. She listened, eyes wide and lips curled into an amused smile. I wasn’t sure if she was fascinated or just entertained by how flustered I was, but she didn’t interrupt.
When I finally finished, Jane gave me a look, half impressed, half teasing. “So, let me get this straight,” she said, stopping in front of a shop window. “You and this Izzy guy have all this chemistry, all this heat... and you’re worried you don’t know what you’re doing?”
I shrugged, feeling a little self-conscious. “I guess. I mean... I don’t really have much experience with... any of that.”
Jane looked at me like I had just told her something shocking. “Wait, you’ve
