Of course, Celeste is still blissfully unaware of last-night’s events. I haven’t gotten a chance to catch up with her between classes, and her being busy with her own things.
Elijah’s expression is stuck between the middle of a frown and a stiff smile. “Yes. It was okay.”
Celeste’s face falls. She opens her mouth, looking like she wants to add something, but closes it again and looks at me.
I shake my head.
“Can we talk for a moment?” his gaze settles on me. “Alone, please.”
“Not now,” my lips draw tight. “I’m hanging out with my friends.”
“Please?”
There it is. The pull. The. Freaking. Pull. And the soothing calmness settling over my skin like a soft blanket. I open my mouth to agree, then I snap it shut again. Pushing against those conflicting emotions.
The realization in that mo
