We both dropped the brush, and I jumped at the sound. I smiled nervously. "I wonder what time it is."
"Zoey—"
I looked at the clock on the wall. "It’s already 5. I’m sure the others are wondering where we are. We should go back."
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. "Is that what you want to do?" he asked, a quiet kindness mixed with the usual intensity in his eyes that I had become accustomed to. "Stay here with me tonight."
Silence. If I had thoughts in my head, I wasn’t aware of it. If there was such a thing as language, at that moment I had forgotten it. Because this moment belonged to him and him alone.
"You don’t want to?" he asked, after I had been staring at him for several agonizing seconds.
Of course I did. The question was, should I? We still hadn’t talked about the v
