His smile widened a little as she felt the cold air hit where his touch was a moment ago.
Allen rested his back on his seat, closing his eyes. He wanted to ask her so badly about MJ he could barely hold back. It was lame of him, he thought, so he made up his mind to stay quiet about it.
Isabelle felt restless beside him. She thought he was in for a kiss, but his retreat made her quite disappointed. She shifted her body, so she could look at him, leaning her head on the seat.
His eyes were closed, his profile cutting a perfect silhouette out of the dark glass behind him. He was gorgeous. Every angle of his face, every part of his light skin. His lashes shined under the dim light above them, showing how long and thick they truly were. She was delighted, almost in a trance, when his eyes opened and moved towards hers.
