"When you came to the dining room, you ran straight to me..."
His voice turned low and sultry, making her heart race.
"You smelled great, and your face was like a red apple, tempting me to take a bite."
Was he... flirting with her? Laurel tries not to stiffen up or pull away.
She wanted to be angry even as Alice was overflowing with happiness.
"I-I wasn't trying to tempt--"
"Didn't you notice? Your eyes were only on me. You didn't seem to see anyone in the room. Actions of our subconscious show us how we really fe...."
He looked at her, holding her captive with his gaze.
"Does this mean that you don't actually want to reject me as much as you seem to?"
Of course not! Alice cried. Why would we ever reject such a--Laurel averted her gaze, "-I didn't...I was just afraid I was late, Ana...
