Aurora led the way into her living room, a smile on her face as she ushered Jonas into her home.
“And this is my home,” she spread her arms, the smile getting wider on her face.
“You have a really nice place, Bel,” Jonas complimented, walking further into the room.
“Is that you in that picture?” Jonas asked, his gaze resting on a picture on the wall.
“Yes, that’s me in twelfth grade,” she replied, and Jonas smiled, walking toward the picture.
“You looked really cute,” he pointed out.
“I think I still look cute, don’t you agree?” Aurora asked, cupping her face and striking the cute pose she made in the picture.
Jonas laughed softly.
“You still look very cute, I admit, but I also think you are more beautiful and hot now,” he replied.
Aurora pressed her lips into a thin line, trying
