The next day, she has back at school. Nesya’s been morose, for reasons she won’t tell her.
She doesn’t want to hear about my Mirza problems right now. Probably understandably. But since he dropped me off last night, I’ve been feeling nervous. After our last conversation, I’m not sure where his head’s at, or what he’s thinking.
Try as she might, she can’t make the pit in her stomach disappear.
She swallows and makes her way through the hallway, heading into her politics class.
At least I’ll see Mirza here.
And speak of the devil. A second later, she bumps into a wall of muscle and a black net. It’s Mirza.
I’m so relieved.
She wraps her arms around him, breathing in his scent. He left her do that for a moment, before pushing her away from him with a curse.
“ What the hell do you thin
