Chapter 22

• Ariel lay sprawled on her bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, but her mind was busy with thoughts of him.
• Professor Luther.
• She squeezed her eyes shut, the very name making her face feel warm. This wasn’t just a small liking anymore. Her chest felt tight with every memory, every time he looked at her for a moment longer than he needed to, every word he spoke that seemed to hint at something more, even if she was just imagining it.