Maybrook Prep

Jace: "Which is very good," I say, smiling.

Tara: I arched an eyebrow at him. "No touching me. Like that restriction, too?" I teased. I knew he was talking about things we could do today.

Jace: "Nope. Only entitled to one restriction."

Tara: "Well if you DO touch me I could always scream rape."

Jace: I groan and slump against the wall. "Not fair."

Tara: I laughed. "Sucks for you. All you have to do is sing, then I'll let you kiss me and touch me all you want." I blinked. Wow, I sounded like a whore.

Jace: I raise an eyebrow. "Right. Still not singing."

Tara: "Fine. And I'll make /sure/ you won't get anywhere near me."

Jace: I raise an eyebrow. "How?"

Tara: "Well, I could kick you out of the apartment. Or I could leave. Those would be the easiest ways."

Jace: I sigh. "And all you want me to do is sing?"

Tara: I nodded with a smile. "That's it."

Jace: I let out a breath.

Tara: "So?"

Jace: "I really don't want to sing."

Tara: "And I /really/ don't care whether we kiss."

Jace: "Sure you don't."

Tara: I shrugged, but didn't say anything. Okay, maybe I did care...a little bit.

Jace: I smile. "See?"

Tara: "Still, I'm staying true to my word. Just /try/ and get me to kiss you before you've sang. Just try."

Jace: I raise an eyebrow. "You really want me to try?"

Tara: "Uh...is that a trick question?"

Jace: I laugh and jump on the couch beside her. "Still want me to try?"

Tara: I covered my face with my hands - no lip access. "Go ahead."

Jace: I smile and poke her stomach. "You ticklish?"