“Like what?”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
On day eight, I came back from the library to find him sitting on my side of the divider. beg for it wattpad
“Perceptive.”
“Kael,” I whispered.
I tilted my head up, grinning. “Vaguely.”
But looking at him—really looking—I saw that he was just as scared as I was. Scared of wanting something real. Scared of being the one who broke first. “Like what
“Sure.” He leaned back, wincing slightly. “Keep telling yourself that.”