-Amber-
Sitting with a book in my hands, I tried to make the night pass so Ronan and I could finally get out of here. Yet I couldn’t help glancing at him from time to time. He was seated a little farther away at a small desk, glaring at the computer like he hated it. The sight made me let out a small giggle before I turned back to my book.
“What?” he asked.
“What?” I echoed, peering over the book.
We looked at each other, and Ronan offered a slight smile.
“Why are you giggling?”
I hadn’t even really noticed I was, and I felt my cheeks heat a little.
“It’s a funny book,” I remarked.
Ronan tilted his head to the side. “A book about humans’ World War II is funny?” he pondered.
I closed the book and looked at the title. I hadn’t even read a word, I realized.
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