Rachel Young személy
“I like you,” I whisper and immediately stare at my shoes. Of all the things I could have said, that shouldn’t have been it. I. Am. An. Idiot.
A gentle tug on my hair sends goose bumps raining down my arms. I close my eyes and relish the sweet brush of his knuckles against my neck as he flips my hair over my shoulder. “Rachel?”
“Yes?” I say so softly he may not have heard me.
His hand caresses the sensitive spot right below my chin, and with a gentle pressure, Isaiah raises my head until I look into those warm silver eyes. “I like you, too.”
The right side of my mouth quirks and a spring of hope bubbles up inside me. He likes me. A really hot, really awesome guy likes me.
“Good,” I say a little breathlessly. “That’s good.” More than good. It’s great.
There’s a power I only feel when I’m with Isaiah. A boldness I’ve never possessed in my life. Never in a million years would I have imagined I’d be the girl who’d say she was falling fast for a boy before he did.
“I passed the ASE certification test,” I say, as if I’m telling her it’s Thursday.
Rachel doesn’t disappoint as she gasps. “Oh, Isaiah! That is amazing. No, fantastic. No…the best news ever. I knew you’d pass. We have to do something to celebrate! What, though? I don’t know. What do you want to do? Whatever it is, it has to be special.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I glance at her. “I’m doing it.”
A grimace stains her face. “What? Driving? You always drive.”
How can she not see it? “I’m spending time with you.”