“Well I’m not positive, but like I said there’s very little information on her.” Sophia shrugged, not willing to admit she barely ever heard of glam rock. “Yes and no. I’m sure if you didn’t say anything I would have eventually. I just wasn’t keen on the idea of embarrassing myself.” She explained, pursing her lips before raking a hand through her dark tendrils of hair spilling over her shoulders. “I don’t remember that rule.” The brunette laughed softly before furrowing her brows as she looked back up at the taller male. “No, I’m not going to forget it. What does money have to do with anything? Besides, I’m not rich, they are.”
He shrugged, but could see that small piece of her that was confused. Jasper furrowed his eyebrows, but ignored it. Surely she had to know what glam rock was, it was what all preppy high school boys listened to in the back of their mother’s Jeep. “Well then— ’m glad I made the first move then, right?” And he wasn’t talking about the whole defining the relationship moment. Jasper took a step closer, his other hand slipping into hers, intertwining both their hands together. His lips hovered right over hers before he licked his, a grin spreading across his lips. He’d been waiting for what seemed like forever, just to make this move. He’d wanted to do it when she first comforted him in his bed.
