Kyer and Lyra took their usual seats across from us. Though the girls chatted, Kyer and I spent the rest of the trip in silence. I stared at him as if trying to memorize every inch of his flawless skin, and he kept making faces at me—wriggling his eyebrows, twisting his lips, sticking out his tongue. Anything to make me laugh. A few times I did, I couldn’t help it. By the time we reached our platform, I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone else —or anything—in my entire life.
Soon, I promised myself. When the girls strode past us into the aisle, I blew him a kiss.
He winked as he rose, stretching. His tunic pulled up almost to his midriff and I threw a fake punch at his stomach. “Pow,” I joked.
“Ah, you got me!” He doubled over, gripping his belly with both hands.
For a moment
