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.

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?

Welcome to the Brannick family, Dexter.

Until tomorrow, Fair Isolde.

Nothing in this place is sexy," I told him, and he[Dex] laughed. "Oh, come on, Izzy. Even you, Miss Anti-Romance, can admit there's something just a little bit appealing about making out in a candlelit cave." "Bats live in caves," I reminded him. "And where there are bats, There's bat poop. Lot's of it. Did you know there's a cave in Mexico where they have a whole mountain made out guano?