CRYSTAL POV
"Stop," I whispered to myself.
Donald noticed.
"Hmm," he murmured, like he just confirmed something in his head.
I straightened slightly. "Why are you talking to me?"
He didn't hesitate. "Because I want to."
That simple and direct answer caught me off guard.
"I don't usually sit with people who look like they're trying to disappear, but I guess your guess might be a bonus," he added.
I frowned slightly. "I'm not trying to disappear."
"You picked the farthest corner of the library," he pointed out calmly. "You're pretending to read. You keep checking your surroundings like you're avoiding someone…"
He paused.
"…and you flinch every time someone gets too close to you."
My chest tightened.
I hadn't even realized I was doing all that.
"So
