XYRA'S POV.
The library clock blinked red: closing time.
With a reluctant sigh, I shoved my book into my bag. But even as I stepped out into the cool twilight, the conversation wasn't done yet. It pulsed in my head, and I could hear it replaying in my head through the hum of my car engine.
I didn't even need to turn on the radio. My lips were already moving, humming the way his voice sounded in my head just moments ago, words born from book battles. Ethan's voice was warm and witty, and it danced in my mind, replaying our debate about that cheesy space prince. How we'd roasted him well, turning him from hero to zero with every sarcastic jab.
My cheeks flared again, remembering the way a blush had snuck up my neck when I realized I didn't even know his name. That awkward beat, then his
