He didn’t move right away, he just stared at me for a moment like he was making sure I wasn’t lying. And somehow, I prayed he wouldn’t pull away at all.
But then he did.
Air rushed back into my lungs and I inhaled sharply, like I’d been underwater.
He shoved the book back in place.
“Is asking what you’re doing here a stupid question?” I finally asked.
“It’s a library, Sydney.”
“You snuck up on me, pulled out a book I couldn’t reach and now you’ve put it back.”
He didn’t respond. Just that stare again, and it irritated me more than anything.
“If this is about Dean, you need to get over it already.”
He stepped closer again. “You need to stay away from him.”
“No.”
“He’s just trying to get to you, don’t you see that?”
“No, he’s not.” I argued stupidly, shoving down what I’d just
