Dash

She tried to maintain her composure, but her heart was racing. —You're impossible. She crossed her arms defensively.

Kyle's heart raced, a mix of confusion and excitement coursing through her. She wanted to be mad, but something about the way he looked at her made it difficult. —We can't keep doing this...

Kyle felt her heart racing, a mix of anger and something else she couldn't quite identify. She clenched her fists at her sides. —This isn't part of the plan. We're supposed to make my brother jealous, not... whatever this is.