Boys Like Him
I muttered, clutching it to my chest.
Mariah's grin was wide enough to swallow the moon. "What's your name, neighbor?"
His gaze flicked from her to me, then back again. If he noticed the blanket and the frantic way I wouldn't meet his eyes, he didn't let on.
"Lloyd." And with that, he turned, walking back down the hall without so much as a glance over his shoulder.
Mariah shut the door with exaggerated slowness, then spun toward me like she was winding up for a performance. "Lloyd," she repeated in a dreamy sigh. "Even his name sounds illegal."