Daniel stayed at my house the rest of the night. We worked on homework; me asking a lot of questions about things I didn't understand, but that didn't didn't seem to bother him. In fact, he smiled at me every time I asked something. What I wouldn't do to know what was going through his mind.
Lucky bastard can already read mine.
I flushed as I remembered that.
"Hey, Daniel?" I called out timidly.
"Yeah?" he replied, turning around in the chair.
"You--you don't read my thoughts, right?" I could feel the heat of crimson creeping up my neck.
"No, I wouldn't do that"--a pause--"now that I know you," he smiled with the add-on. I stared at him and hid my face when I felt the smile forming on my lips as well.