Luke took a breather as he enjoyed the massage Isabella was giving him.
After a moment, he continued. "Why are you feeling shy about it?" He asked.
"I…thought you weren't going to bring that up," she ceased the movement of her hands on his back.
"Did he eventually like you? Tell me," he teased her.
"How can he like a girl like me? I wasn't even beautiful, everyone complained that I was too good so…" she shrugged. "He didn't like a good girl, he wanted a bad girl so I, at last, realized that. And remember, it was just a crush. It didn't last two months."
"Do you have a crush on me then?" He asked and slowly rolled over to lie on his back. This made Isabella sit on his lower part which was kind of uncomfortable, so she rested on her knees that were on the bed.
Her eyes met his. "Why are you asking if I…we are friends," she stated, acting kiddish.
"What if I have a crush on Isabella?" He asked.
