Teagan's eyes flickered down to John's. "I shouldn't have been on your lap at all, John. We're friends," she said in an amazingly steady and confident voice.
Now that he mentioned how she was looking away, she kept her eyes on him. She hated it, wanting to look away and not give anything away. Like how she liked being on his lap. How she wanted to still be on his lap. How she wanted to kiss him again. How she wanted to do more. "I was gathering myself. Doesn't mean something is wrong. And nothing is wrong. Nothing happened." Unfortunately, she added to herself and then wanted to kick herself.