I saw Danny again at school on Monday. We didn’t directly talk about what happened at his house on the weekend, but the dynamic between us had changed. We spent more time together in breaks, usually sitting under a tree chatting or in the library mulling over a book. He would always sit very close so our legs touched and, a couple of times in the library, his fingers would sometimes brush against my leg under the desk. He was always very careful to make sure no one was watching though . By Tuesday, Danny had asked if I wanted to come over again after school, but I wasn’t allowed. The next day,… 더 읽기
