“Why do you turn red?” he asked.
“What?”
“Your face is red.”
“Oh . . . That’s called a blush.”
Thorne noticed that this blush happened to Eden a lot. “Why do you blush?”
She laughed, the soft sound filling his heart with light.
“People blush when they’re feeling shy or embarrassed, or excited.”
“Shy?” He wasn’t familiar with that word.
“Shy is . . .” She paused. “When you’re nervous about doing something or being around someone.”
Thorne brushed his fingers down her throat, caressing her soft skin. “Are you shy with me?”
“Sometimes. A little. We’ve only just met, and we’re strangers.”
“Strangers?”
“We don’t know each other. Not really,” Eden explained.
Thorne understood. “So we date!”
Eden looked shocked at this, but Thorne remembered her words clearly: Dating is where two peo
