But he stopped and came back down to me. “Allan,” he said, his voice catching in his throat.
“What is it?” I asked softly, as though one careless word could break this spell between us. He wantedto tell me something. It was right there in his stare. All of it. “What is it?” I asked him again.
“Um…I didn’t show you my drawings.”
“I can come by again if you want me to.” I could barely keep from reaching out to touch him. He seemed so vulnerable then. So lost.
He stared at me, and for a moment I thought he’d kiss me. The energy between us was beyond anything I’dever experienced. My senses were on overload.
“I’ll come again?” I breathed.
He moved closer to me and gently pressed his forehead to mine until I felt his breath on my face. “Yeah,” he said. “Please.”
And with that, he walked away.
I had a strange feeling I’d watch him walk away from me many more times in my life.
8
School was officially out for Fay.