Elara's POV
I had thought about the kiss the whole walk to school.
Not just the kiss, all of it, the garden and the quiet after and the way he had looked at me for that one long moment before turning and walking away, unhurried and certain, like he already knew he would see me tomorrow and was comfortable with that.
I had replayed it more times than I was willing to admit before I finally fell asleep, and I had woken up with it still sitting warmly somewhere in my chest in a way that made getting through breakfast considerably harder than it should have been.
I was thinking about it again now, sitting in class with my pen in my hand and my notes open in front of me, and somewhere between thinking about it and trying not to think about it I had apparently started smiling without notici
