Chapter 33

The one time Pierce actually touched him, Remy almost swooned. It had been on the stairs at the end of the language hall, and a couple of football players were rough housing on the landing between the two flights. Students heading to class edged around them, but before Remy could get out of the way, someone shoved Pierce right into him. Remy had tottered on the top step, and would’ve fallen if Pierce hadn’t turned and grabbed his arm in a crushing grip. “Whoa, dude,” Pierce had said, giving Remy a hearty shove across the landing. “You’re okay, huh? We cool?”