“Hey.” An arm wraps around my wrist, stopping me. I know it’s Thompson without even looking. “What happened?” “Nothing,” I whine, trying to wipe these traitorous Niagara Falls tears off my face. He slowly turns me toward him, gently taking my chin between his fingers. He makes me look him in the eyes, and I feel myself drowning. His brown eyes are so dark, they remind me of a starless sky. He gazes at me with tenderness, making my knees give in. What is it with this guy? I have no
