“What’s so interesting?”
Isabel blinked. “Hm?”
Lena smirked, stirring something in the pan, “you’ve been smiling and blushing all morning.”
“I have?” Isabel's voice came out higher than she intended. She turned back to the counter, her hands stilling over the sliced vegetables. Her cheeks were already warm.
Lena laughed under her breath, “you didn’t notice?”
Isabel pressed her lips together. She had been thinking about Isaac, about last night. The way his mouth felt against her skin, the way he held her, how fast everything had escalated. She hadn’t realized it was showing on her face.
“It’s nothing,” she muttered, fumbling to wipe her hands with a kitchen towel.
Lena leaned on the counter with her elbow. “Seems like things are finally smoothing out between you and Mr. Dun.”
Isabel
