“I’m falling for you, bookworm.” He whispered the words against the back of my head in the dark. Alarm spiked in my brain. Those words were all I wanted to hear, so why was my chest tight? “I’m falling for you, too.” I swallowed hard at the half-truth. I wasn’t falling for Wyatt. I was in it. I was in love with him. The thought of him leaving— “What are we going to do?” I breathed. “I don’t know.”
