Chapter 9

To be honest, with the way that I’d ended things, I didn’t deserve to be talking to her. Or to be sitting at the same table as her even. But that was the thing about her—she was so sweet and understanding that it was incomprehensible. It was what made me fall for her, and also what made me leave her.

Suddenly, I felt something that gave me butterflies. I looked down at the table and noticed that her pinky was over mine. When I looked into her face, she was in conversation with one of our friends. To be honest, I’m not sure which friend. I couldn’t pay attention to anything other than her hand.

I thought maybe it was a mistake. It had to have been. But still, I kept my hand in place, relishing in the moment. I hoped that she wouldn’t realize it and move her hand away from me.

She didn’t. She started stroking her pinky against mine, before interlocking them. It was such a small gesture, but such a huge one at the same time.