Two minutes later I looked up and he was looking at me again. This time, neither of us looked away immediately. He held it for a moment, just a moment, then returned to his book.
I realised I was smiling and looked at my page before he could catch that too.
We did this for about an hour. We kept reading and looking up, occasionally catching each other and looking away, never once saying anything about it. It should have been strange but it was the most comfortable I d felt in a room with another person in my whole life.
My stomach flipped every single time I caught him looking at me. I could feel literal butterflies inside me.
I tried to focus on the mythology text in front of me, but I read the same sentence three times. Every nerve in my body was too aware of the male across from m
