“I’ll [i]give[/i] you PMS,” Izzy grumbled under her breath. She rolled her eyes as her brother’s friend comment, and slowly pulled her feet under her, sitting cross-legged on the mattress. She [i]had[/i] friends. One, anyway. But the connection their trials had initiated, and the attraction toward him she had felt grow over nearly the last two months, left her, in the very least, confused.
	She looked to Blake, and sighed. Trying to turn her thoughts into a question as nonchalantly as she could, she leaned back on her arms.
	“Speaking of [i]friends,[/i]” she began, a mildly taunting tone in her voice, “How’s the girlfriend doing? You never did tell me how you two met.” She leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. “How’d you figure out you liked her as more than just a friend?”