Like a light in the darkness, my thoughts unwillingly stray to Holden. He spent our entire lecture this morning stealing glances at me and glaring in Elio’s direction. He thinks I didn’t notice him, but I’m more perceptive than that. I try to push him out of my head, but he won’t relent. His golden hair. That devilish grin. The sound of the rasp in his voice when I first stumbled into his bedroom. He’s quickly invading my every thought. I envision his lips forming those teasing words: “This thing we have going on . . . It’s a bit like foreplay, no?”
