I can't believe I'm doing this.
My heart's pounding so hard I think it might burst out of my chest. Luther's hand is gripping mine like a vice as we walk towards the school. His skin is warm, almost too warm, and I can feel my palms getting all gross and sweaty. Great.
"Luther," I whisper, trying to sound braver than I feel, "why are you holding my hand?"
He looks at me, one eyebrow raised, and I swear there's a glimmer of amusement in those dark eyes. "Why are you asking?" he shoots back.
I bite my lip, glancing around nervously. Everyone's staring. I mean, everyone. "It's just... people are looking," I mumble.
"Let them look," he says, his voice low and... kinda sexy? No, Amanda, focus! "Isn't that the point?"
Before I can argue, he leans in close. His breath is hot on my ear, and
