Lyra's POV
Conor skeptically looks at me,unsure if he should tell me what's up or just let it go.He opens his mouth,wanting to say something,but I beat him to it and say,"Please,don't tell me.It's not my story to tell."
Conor's expression softens,understanding my concern."I wasn't about to say that,but rather,I wanted to say...before you rudely interrupted me,"he says,stalling and smiling mischievously,clearly enjoying teasing me.
"Oh,stop keeping me in suspense,"I playfully retorted,eager to hear what he had to say.
Gosh,I love this place.I can't remember the last time I've been carefree with anyone.It's either I'm uptight or skeptical about something.
"Lyra,"he calls out,breaking my train of thought,"you're doing that again."
"Oh,sorry.I can't help it.But take me as I
