“Leaving so soon, Anna?” “Well, you’re knee deep in books,” I said, waving my hand. “We can talk more tomorrow.” “Talk more about what?” he asked. “The fact that you missed me?” I suddenly couldn’t tell if he was humoring me or deadly serious. “I never said that I missed you. I said that it was quiet here.” He took another step closer. “Then let me be the first to confess. I missed you.”
