CALLA I sit at the blacktopped lab table, my notebook open to a blank page, trying to focus on the worksheet instead of the two boys bracketing me. Science class feels like a trap today.Miles is on my left, leaning in, his arm brushing mine in that familiar way. It should spark something— the old flutter I used to chase for hours in my head. But it doesn’t. It’s just ordinarily warm like a sweater I have worn too many times.On my right, Ryder reaches for the pipette. His fingers graze the back of my hand as he passes it over, and heat shoots straight up my arm, settling low in my stomach. My breath catches. I yank my hand back, cheeks burning, hyper aware of how close his knee is to mine under the table.“You okay, Pierce?” he murmurs, voice low and teasing. His knee bumps mine deliberately, igniting that spark again."I’m fine,” I whisper, eyes glued to the instructions, trying not to move because if I do, I’ll touch him again and want it more. My heart is doing that annoying flip
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