Anna's POV
He's at the gym doors when the last bell goes, exactly where he said he'd be, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets like he's been there a while and intends to pretend he hasn't.
I could almost feel my cheeks slightly turning pink as my eyes stayed fixated on him not sticking to any individual detail... just stupidly ogling him.
"You came," I say.
"You'd have done it without me and got caught." He pushes off the wall. "This is easier."
We don't talk about the hallway. Neither of us mentions the sleeve, the jolt, the way he said don't like it hurt. It sits between us the whole way down the empty corridor toward the admin wing, this thing we're both refusing to look at, and it's almost worse than if we'd said it out loud. I'm hyperaware of the space between
