Is he flirting with me?
My throat went dry.
My palms started sweating. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, hoping he didn't notice how hard I was blushing.
Ren did, obviously. Because his gaze followed the movement of my hand, before he looked back at me, smiling in that gentle, devastating way he always does.
"You've gotten even better," he said. "Your tone, your confidence, the way you dress…..it's different. You've grown."
"Thanks," I managed to say, pretending to look anywhere but at his lips.
He leaned closer, scratching the back of his neck like he was nervous.
"So… uh," he chuckled, "are we still doing the talent show thing?"
I blinked, caught off guard. "The what?"
"The talent show," he repeated, smiling a bit. "After tonight's performance, I'm pretty sure everyone's gonna expect to hear you again. And since it's been moved to next week…"
I blinked fast. "Oh. Yeah, maybe."
He paused.
"…you could come over to practice. If you want."
Come over?
Was he..
