Annie Whipple Books In Order Mga Nobela at Kwento

My mind wasn’t really on studying. I turned a corner and nearly bumped into someone. Professor Kane stood there, holding a thick book. He looked tired but still handsome in his button-down shirt. His eyes widened when he saw me. “Lila,” he said softly. I froze. “Professor. I… I should go.” I turned to leave, but his hand gently caught my arm. “Wait. Please.” The library was silent around us. No one else seemed to be in this section. The smell of old books and quiet air made everything feel intimate again.