Dex was taller than me, and as he pressed me against him, he actually hauled me up on my tiptoes. His arm was around my waist, his other hand plunged into my hair, and he was kissing me. I mean, really, really kissing me.I was kissing him back. And I was good at it.

Dex leveled a fake-sultry gaze at me. "Are you coming on to me?

Whoever used to hang out here, they must have been pretty tiny," I joked.Dex turned his flashlight on me. "Um, Iz, pretty sure they weren't standing up," he said, and I blushed.

I also like ladies. And not as in shopping buddies, but in the carnal sense.

No, but I mean do you like him? You know, in the carnal sense."I rolled my eyes. "You've clearly been spending too much time with Dex.

Kissing looked...nice."We could try that, next time I visit your dreams." Torin suddenly said, and my SpaghettiO's sloshed over the side of the bowl."What?"Torin nodded toward the television. "Kissing. You've never done it, I'm quite good at it...seems like we should at least make an attempt."Glaring at him, I scrubbed at the spot on my T-shirt. "I don't want to kiss you.

That's it. Be yourself. Be Isolde Brannick, and they will have no choice but to adore you," He reached out and took my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. I was too stunned to do anything but sit there, my hand limp in his.

Oh, so now it's you with the gift of prophecy, is it? I know what I've seen. You are my key and my salvation.

You knocked out Ben McCrary?' he asked, eyes wide. 'It was an accident,' I said again. 'I threw the ball harder than I meant to.' Dex burst into laughter. 'Oh my God, that is the greatest thing I've heard all week. You are my new hero.' Squinting at me, he leaned in and said, 'Serious, I might actually be in love with you now. Would it be awkward if we made out?