QUOTE : Jonas walked beside her with his hands clasped behind has back, staring straight ahead, occasionally mouthing phrases to himself. I shouldn’t be doing this seemed to be his favorite, with have you gone insanecoming in at a close second.<br /><br />I get one hour.<br /><br />That was her favorite of his mutterings so far.<br /><br />He hadn’t said, “You get one hour.” He’d said, “I get one hour.”<br /><br />And maybe, just maybe, that meant he was enjoying being with her, even if he looked like he was being boiled alive in a pit of hot oil.<br /><br />A girl could dream.<br /><br />“One hour,” she murmured now. “And then I won’t see you again?”<br /><br />Grooves formed between his brows. “Correct.”<br /><br />She ignored the pang in her chest. “This is a unique opportunity then.”<br /><br />He seemed reluctantly intrigued. “How so?”<br /><br />“Since we’re never going to see each other after tonight, we can say the weirdest things on our minds without fear of reliving the embarrassment every time we meet. Maybe I can even pass on the secrets of womankind. Aren’t you curious why women open their mouth when they apply mascara?”<br /><br />“Not until now. Why do they?”<br /><br />“It’s reflexive. When a woman is trying not to blink, the oculomotor nerve is activated, triggering the trigeminal nerve that opens the jaw. Mouth open equals no blinking—and our bodies just do it naturally.” She beamed at him. “Aren’t you glad you came on this walk?