"I think you look at my butt even when it's not right in your face," I answered, laughing when he shoved me gently. I kind of liked how it felt, having Eddie grab me like that and my cheeks flushed even as I was laughing.

"I think you look at my butt every chance you get," I teased. "I look at your butt."

I was being both silly and sincere. I did look at Eddie any chance I could. All of Eddie. His face, his arms, his hands, his butt, his legs, any part of him I could see, I liked to look. The girls in my class sometimes teased me, because they would often catch me staring at him from across the library if we were both in there, but forced to sit separately because of our classes.