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"Chapterroom," he said, and then unlocked a door and led me out into a shadowed corner of the lawn

I let hiuide s, his grip loosens on o?" It’s the softest whisper

I tighten li he looks surprised

I just found you I'o yet

We walk around the pond's far side, sheltered by the tall pines Under our shoes, the ground is daray fleece and jeans and a red pair of Chucks Every ti His eyes are so on his lower lip like he’s in some distress

I want to kiss it I'd like to unzip the fleece and reach inside it, run ht since last time I saw him on his Insta stories His jaw is sharper and his dark hair longer

I feel shivery, my chest heavy as he leads us toward the cement driveway, then across it His eyes uidingI think is his place

I look at Miller, and he's looking at me, his brows furrowed, and then he smooths his face out

"What?" I whisper

Hiswithout words His eyes widen as he rasps, "Do I seeer to you?"

"No" The word is too loud, surer than I really feel "I don't really know you" I shut ing hi I am to understand this weird shit "I don’t know you, but…I feel like I can't live without you,” I say, and my voice shakes “As soon as I found you on socialevery day I found your Snapchat Friended you" My heart pounds as I re up at all hours to watch his stories, pour over his snaps Tears sting ain, at how pathetic this all is At how he's looking at

"It's hard to explain," I e

"It's okay" His hand re-grips mine

Miller leads me between parked cars, toward the iron stairs I think will lead up to his second-story unit I feel sick as I follow What does he ith me? Will he want me at all? I’m not who he needs me to be

I stop walking in the gold glow of a streetlamp Maybe if I show him—