There’s something . . . hungry in his gaze, as if he’s trying to see as much of me as he can, as if looking at me is important to him. At first I think he’s studying me as an enemy. This is how cosmology academy rivals would look at me before they attacked, trying to absorb as much information about their opponent as fast as possible. Then his expression looks like desire, like we’re the last two cadets in the changing room with nowhere to be until dinner. Then that doesn’t feel like what this is, either, and it’s something bigger and stranger. Like I’m the celebrity. He knew my name.
They ARE still two horny new adults hahaha
