Disarmed (Fence #2)

by Sarah Rees Brennan

Seiji was a shade taller than Nicholas, which Nicholas kind of liked for some reason he couldn’t pin down. Nicholas tilted a grin up at him. It was far better to be silent and awkward with Seiji than to do anything else with anyone else.

Nicholas you are so clueless.

“You’re my match,” said Nicholas. “You’re the match I’m going to win someday. The one I’m looking forward to the most.”

The best part of a journey was coming home.