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Bella

Even though I was exhausted, I didn’t want to turn off irl who scared easily -- not at all But the last tiainst my will Many hours later, I’d woken up on a dirty wooden floor It’s not that I thought it would happen again But I had a lingering sut I couldn’t relax

So I sat there into feel drowsy Instead, felt only wired and ju outside my door, all the hair on entle, I found my voice "Yeah?"

"It’s Rafe"

When I opened the door, he stood there in a T-shirt and flannel pants, a book in his hand "Hey" His big brown eyes studiedan assesset away fro in

"Did you eat dinner?"

"Yes, Mo Rafe He was just trying to be nice

"Okay," he said slowly, as if he didn’t think he should believe me An uncomfortable beat passed, and I was sure he was about to open his ht

I was never going to tell hi," he said instead He walked right over to sit on the edge of the bed "Move over," he demanded

Seriously? "You want to talk about Urban Studies at one in the h

"Urban renewal is older than I thought," he said, as if I cared "The renovation of Paris was in 1853" He flipped open the book in his hands and read a paragraph

I yawned Then I rolled toward the wall to get away from the facts of nineteenth-century urban renewal

Rafe stretched out on top of the quilt besidethe book on my hip "It says here that the streets idened for ave ht away

"Mm-huard do thatto bore me to death

"I haven’t been there," he said quietly "But noant to go Listen to this…"