Chapter Four
Thomas' office is filled to the brim with piles of papers and books. Most of them have something to do with his thesis, though I honestly don't understand half the words he says when he talks about it. I suppose it doesn't matter too much. I can learn more of it over time.
"Oh good, you're here," Thomas says as he slips through the door. He clicks the key, locking us in, then turns to face me.
He moves forward as if he wants to kiss me, but stops himself just before he does. I try not to be too disappointed. I know his reasons for keeping things almost platonic between us, even if it's hard to cope with sometimes.
"Is everything all right? Your note seemed urgent."
"It is." He pulls a book out from under a stack and hands it to me.
I raise an eyebrow. Another book? Perha
