I like you. It's so... schoolyard, and yet she never had the luxury of school crushes and holding hands after class. She doesn't get why her heart's pounding so hard now or why... why it's so hard to just tell him the truth.

"Well, for one thing... I don't hate that shirt on you." Yeah, she brought it there. He's distracting enough already without the skintight clothing, surely he knows that?! Natasha blows out a breath and tosses her controller to the end of the bed. She was never making that jump anyway. "What reasons?" Does he like her. This suddenly feels like a very bad idea.