~ SASHA ~
"What do you think about… about staying out here, on the porch while I'm here?" he asked her quietly. His dark hair fell over his eyes as he looked down on her, but his jaw was tight and his eyes shadowed.
Sasha had blinked. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Did he not want her?
Zev ran a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his neck, the other hand plunged into the pocket of his jeans. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just… I'm thinking there's some stuff I should talk to you about… before… I mean, your parents might come home and… why don't we just talk?"
She'd laughed suddenly, and clapped a hand over her mouth, cursing herself for the stupid, knee-jerk reaction she always had to stress. "You want to sit out here and… talk?" she asked when she got herself under control.
Zev nodded. "I need to tell you some stuff, I think," he said. And his voice wasn't that honeyed gravel she'd always loved. It wasn't even the warm smile he usually had.
