Rebekah glances at Stefan from underneath her blonde lashes, wondering frantically despite her calm, coy exterior. Does he love me? I wanna know. How can I tell if he loves me so? Is it in his eyes?
"Oh, no you'll be deceived." Her rational, omnipotent mind shouts out in protest.
Is it in his eyes? She lifts her head to gaze directly into Stefan's deep green eyes to decipher his true emotions. Rebekah knows something has changed.
"Oh, no he'll make believe." Her mind warns her not to trust the charming glint in his serene eyes. "If you want to know. If he loves you so. It's in his kiss."
That's where it is, oh yeah! Rebekah applauds her smarts and leans into Stefan to gage his reaction. She ignores the strange 'shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop' that echoes around the deserted, dusty warehouse. Or is it in his face?
"Oh no, it's just his charms." Common sense tells her to not be taken in by the sculpted beauty of the Salvatore stallion.
In his warm embrace? Wrapping her arms around the broad shoulders, Rebekah waits for Stefan to reciprocate the hug.
"Oh no, that's just his arms. If you wanna know. If he loves you so. It's in his kiss. That's where it is."
Oh, it's in his kiss! Her lips pout in anticipation and she wonders why her all too clever mind doesn't just let her whop a smacker on Stefan already!
"Whoa, hug him and squeeze him tight, Find out what you want to know. If it's love, if it really is. It's there, in his kiss."
How about the way he acts? Rebekah reflects back on how detached and teasing Stefan has been since she had woken up. As if he respects her no more.
"Oh no, that's not the way! And you're not listening to all I say. And if you wanna know.
If he loves you so. It's in his kiss. That's where it is!"
Oh oh oh, it's in his kiss! That's where it is! The ominous shooping fills the silence and Rebekah makes an irritated sound at it before pressing her lips to Stefan's and forcing her tongue into his mouth.
"Whoa, hug him and squeeze him tight. Find out what you want to know. If it's love, if it really is. It's there in his kiss."
She squeezes Stefan's heaving body tightly before breaking away and studying his face. "You'll never forget her, will you? Like you forgot me."
How about the way he acts?
"Maybe," Stefan grins wearily.
He is lying. "Oh no, that's not the way! And you're not listenin' to all I say. And if you wanna know. If he loves you so. It's in his kiss. That's where it is!"
Rebekah stands up from the smooth coffin lid and glares down at Stefan. She senses her brother's presence so she calls out, "he's playing us for fools. He was asking about Michael and he still loves the doppleganger." She doesn't add that it was in his kiss that she found all this out.
Brushing past her fuming brother, who knows how excellent she was and is at reading people, Rebekah storms out of the warehouse. She passes a worker who is sweeping the floor, his broom going 'shoop, shoop, shoop shoop' while he works. Annoyed, her arms push out at the man and he tumbles to the ground in horror.
"It's in his kiss," Rebekah announces in a rage. "He isn't mine." A hopeful smile crosses her pouting lips. "But he will be. Soon."