MILLICENT
It started with stars and ended in shelves, paper ones, stacked high and dusty, lit by the weak sun spilling through library windows too early for the rest of the world to care.
Xander had offered the roof again, said something about the sunrise being extra pretty from there, but I’d pulled a fast one and told him I needed to get a book.
He looked like he wanted to groan, complain, tease me to hell and back for ruining our nightly rebellion with something as boring as reading.
But instead, he followed me without protest. Just curiosity and that stupid boyish smirk that made it too easy to forget all the reasons why he shouldn’t be getting closer.
I found the book tucked behind a row of classics "The Stars Between Us". Not a masterpiece or anything, but it was mine. A comfor
