“So what’s going on with you two?” Diana wondered.
Phil had his head resting on his arms, knee bouncing— I could almost feel his anxiety. His exhaustion.
“You weren’t at lunch,” she said, giving me a funny look.
The computer lab supply closet.
I could hear still hear him, still feel him. The memory was fresh.
Licking my lips, I shrugged. “We’re good now.”
She made this confused face, eyes dropping to where Phil was still seated. I’d think he was asleep if it weren’t for that damn bounce of his leg. Reaching out, my hand squeezed his knee and I felt him stiffen under my grip. Sitting up, he ran his hand through his hair, head still ducked, flushed. I’d . . . probably pushed his body a bit. “Yeah, good.” His voice was too high, stressed, and Diana glar
