“Let me take you out. Somewhere that’s not a library, as much as I do enjoy those.” I hate how little consideration I give my answer. “Fine.” I turn and walk away. “When?” he calls. Pivoting, I walk a few steps backwards and say, “You’re good at stalking me. I’m sure you can work out a time and date.” His smile is slow and lazy, sending all kinds of feelings straight to my core before I give him my back once more.
