Her feet are crossed at the ankle beneath the table, pivoting back and forth on her toes, and she's aware, vaguely, that she might be blushing. At least, that would explain the heat against her fingers where they're resting against her cheek.
She doesn't love Tobias because he's human or attractive. That's why they survived.
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Just like Rachel's smile.
Her feet are crossed at the ankle beneath the table, pivoting back and forth on her toes, and she's aware, vaguely, that she might be blushing. At least, that would explain the heat against her fingers where they're resting against her cheek.
She doesn't love Tobias because he's human or attractive. That's why they survived.
"Me too," she agrees quietly, smiling.