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And then he stopped, his chest jerking back slightly, one hand reaching up to touch the back of his neck

On shaking legs, I stood, wiping my hands down my skirt If ine hoould look after sitting on a set of concrete steps for over four hours in the humid June air

When he took a step forward, the h to make me move toward him, too It nearly hurt to see him I loved his I loved the wide expanse of his chest, his deep brown eyes, and the kissable, ser than my head and his arms that could wrap many times around ht, and that I could set a metronome by the pace of his stride

I wanted to run into his arh time, and I wanted him

Hi I’m sure it’s really weird to find , but I wanted to see you I missed you I love you

He moved slowly, I moved slowly, and then ere only a couple of feet apart andso hard I didn’t knohat could possibly be holding ether

"Ruby?"

"Hi"

"Hi" He sed, and only now, up close, could I see that he looked a bit thinner, a bit more drawn There was more hollow in his jaw, more darkness beneath his eyes Could he see it in my eyes, too? That I missed him so much I’d felt physically sick for the last two months?

I’m sure it’s really weird to find , but I wanted to see you I missed you I love you

But before I could sayhere?" and I couldn’t read his tone

It was controlled--he was controlled--and I sed nervously before answering

"II’m sure it’s really weird to find lanced behindhave you been here?"