“Do you think she’s going to report us?” I ask him breathlessly, watching in the side mirrors as the gleaming glass walls of the library disappear. My heart is racing so hard I can hear it. “Well,” he says, letting out a little laugh. “Let’s just say you should avoid that library next year. Or wear a disguise.” “That was my happy place, you know!” He raises his eyebrows suggestively. “And yet somehow I just made it a hell of a lot happier.”
