ASHER
I could hear him, even through the closed door, even as I walked down the corridor away from Reed's room, I could feel it through the bond. Reed Jackson was excited.
The bond was practically humming with it and I pressed my lips together and kept walking.
I couldn't help but smile at the thought of going on a date with Reed could make him this excited.
I pressed my fingers against my mouth and kept moving and told myself to stop it and the smile stayed exactly where it was.
I turned the corner into the empty corridor and let myself have it for exactly five seconds. The warmth spreading through my chest. The ridiculous, unhelpful, completely inconvenient warmth of knowing that Reed Jackson was standing in his room feeling something he didn't know what to do with because of me.
Everything he had said came rushing back as I moved through the corridor towards my room. Not in a flood but in pieces, each one arriving separately and landing with its own particular weight.
