She Runs with Wolves
His lips parted, just a little, and I felt the sudden, strange urge to lean forwards, to close the space between our desks and kiss him.
“Hey,” he whispered. Then he looked around quickly, as though worried we’d get reprimanded for talking in class. His voice was deep, but he put an inflection at the end of the word that made him sound young, and scared.
I wondered if this was part of his fiendish wolf-plan, too. It didn’t seem likely to me.
“Hi,” I whispered back.
He pulled back, and then dropped a note onto my desk. He mouthed, “read it,” and then turned away from me again. I saw his leg jiggling nervously beneath his desk, and then my curiosity overcame me, and I began to unfold the note.
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