Whispers

 
 

Swear My Life

Her shoulders were hunched against him. He watched her from the seat behind, clicking his lighter, watching her jaw clench from annoyance at the sound.

Miss Munroe asked for their papers and he flicked the lighter shut before handing his homework forward.

Kitty didn't look at him when she took it—or when the small slip of paper he'd passed her beneath it fell into her lap.

She frowned at it and read, then sucked in her breath.

He was beginning to get nervous, and he opened the lighter again.

She turned to him and smiled.

He forgot to breathe.

 


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