She was comfortable.

Her seat that she usually stakes her claim on in the library was taken by an elderly woman, so she settled for a nice worn couch.

Today the song was Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood, today the book was Get Even, another novel by Gretchen McNeil. She was also accompanied by an iced vanilla latte from the Starbucks down the street, which (thankfully) the barista didn't screw up.

She was waiting for him, truth be told. And after about ten minutes, she noticed the tall boy running into the library, a look of worry on his face, probably thinking he's late.

Even if he was, she wouldn't be mad. She couldn't be mad, not at him.

Her eyes followed his trail to their usual chairs, the stress on his face morphing to confusion. She picked her phone up and texted him, telling him to look up to his right.

His icy eyes found her, and a bright smile formed on his face, making her heart skip a beat and a cage of butterflies be let loose in her stomach. He walked over, and sat so close to her their legs were brushing, electricity shooting through them.

Their eyes met in a moment of did you feel that?, and it faded away when they knew the other wouldn't answer the silent question.

A yawn escaped her, and she tried to conceal it but he noticed. It was adorable in his eyes.

The look he was giving her, just after she yawned, was enough to make her limbs turn to complete jelly.

"Tired, Princess?" Her head bobbed up and down, and before he could answer a weight was felt on his shoulder. Golden hair was splayed across his chest, and slender fingers were wrapped around his arms. Her eyes were shut.

He responded by snaking his arm around her, pulling her close. There was a slight moment of question for him, when an idea popped into his mind, and he wondered if it would be pressing too far, asking for too much.

But no risk, no reward.

So he did what he wanted to do, what he longed to do. The arm that was around her pulled her even closer as he leaned back, lying down on the couch and bringing her along so that she was curled against his side. Her eyes had opened.

He worried that he'd messed it all up, that everything they had built was gone, until he felt her head press into the crook of his neck and a hand grip his shoulder. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding, and tightened his hold on her.

Their eyes both drifted shut, and they napped there for Lord knows how long.