I thought we might be friends now. But I wasn’t one hundred percent sure how you felt, ’cause you’re always so . . .” “Unfriendly?” She taps her fingers against her chin, resting it in the palm of her hands. “Broody, contemplative, private.” “Well, I like you, Harper,” I repeat, the words rolling easily off my tongue. “There, now you don’t have to doubt it. You’re one of the few people at this school I actually enjoy being around.” That earns me another blush, a hint of warmth camouflaging her freckles. “I like you, too, Luca.”
