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Finally Isabelle escaped the house and her brother's gaze, following Raph down the stairs and out to his car. She felt like a teenager, nervous and giddy in equal measure and shifting quickly from one to the other. The conversation was light, friendly. Playful, but somehow comfortable. What the hell, she decided. Let's get this over with, then.

So when he said "all right, kiss me," she did.

It filled her thoughts for the rest of the evening. She had no idea what the movie they saw was about, because she kept getting sidetracked by the warmth of his arm against hers, his fingers gently brushing her leg. When the lights came up, they locked eyes and that was it.

And when she woke up the next morning and found him with his arm still wrapped around her, that's when she knew she was in real trouble.