Forty Eight
STAY, STAY, STAY There was a moment of silence — the tiniest of an eternity — before Graham's voice filled the air between them. "Why all the questions, Nova?" He asked and something in the way he spoke tugged at her heartstrings. As if it was a plea for her to tell him exactly what he wanted to hear. Nothing more, nothing less. "Just curious, Graham," she murmured. "I'm not complaining," he backtracked, "its nice to be seen, even if its taken quite a few years to get to this point." Nova frowned. "What are you talking about? When have you ever been unseen? You've always had the eyes of every student on you." "Not your eyes, though," he said, his words like darts that shot right through her chest and into her beating heart. Butterflies. She felt butterf
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