The Naturals

You came after me,” I said.

“I’ll always come after you,” he said

“You have something on your face.”

“Liar.”

He brushed his thumb over my other cheek. “I never lie about a pretty girl’s face. You’re carrying so much tension in yours that I have to ask: should I be worried about you?”

You’re the emotion reader,” I said. “You tell me.”

Michael leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. Then he pulled back and studied my face. Whatever he saw there, he liked.

“Thank you,” he said. “That’s all I needed to know.”

Our mouths only touched for a second—but I felt it, electric, all the way to my toes.

This from the boy who’d never wanted me to go to the place I’d just gone.

if she’d been single, she would have looked.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re cute when you’re annoyed?”

I’ll stop trying to read your emotions if you stop trying to profile me.

Liar.