Let's Come Clean

Just as his lips were about to collide with hers, she looked away, stepped back and gulped.

Nah, not this time again. Absolutely not!

She shook her head, looked back at him with doubt, seething rage and growing disappointed in her eyes.

"Ivy?" He asked then he smiled, as if he was just realizing something. "You like me but you need sometime to admit it to yourself," he chuckled. "It's okay, take all the time you need. I'm not in a hurry."

"You are lying," she finally whispered.

"About what?"

"You are lying!" With that, she bolted out of the kitchen and ran up the stairs.

She saw Jett on her way up but she knew she didn't have to worry about him knowing anything that happened in the kitchen or even being concerned about anything that was going on. He had his earphones plugged in, his eyes trained on the laptop he had in front of him. A mere argument in the kitchen couldn't shake his attention. Even if the world was ending, volcanoes erupting, hurricanes and tsunamis, Jett would still