Meyer clears her throat, hesitating briefly. “I should ... go.” “Why do I get the feeling that’s the opposite of what you want to do?” Instantly, her chin falls to her chest. “Message me if you need me before Thursday and I’ll do what I can.” My hand twitches against her back. “And if I said I need you now?” “You’d be lying.” “I’m not a liar.” “Then I guess you won’t say it,” she whispers, her eyes lifting to mine.
