I suck in a breath as his fingertips slip under my shirt. They press against the skin near my jeans. My hands jerk to his wrists as I pull away. Miles stares back at me, but I can’t read his expression. My head rests against the wall.

“That,” I say, voice quiet, “isn’t something you do in school.”

“Right.” He swallows, eyes fixed to a spot on my neck. My hands are trembling, and he can probably feel it. “You’re right. Sorry.”

If we were literally anywhere else right now, I’d probably take off my pants. I’m not even kidding. But there’s no way I’m letting Miles feel me up in a hallway.

“Hey.” I swipe a thumb under his chin. His eyes snap up, and I freeze until a smile appears on his lips. “It doesn’t mean never. Just not here, where everyone can see. You know what I mean?”

“Right,” he repeats. His hand wraps around mine, pulling it away from his chin. “Wouldn’t want you to get embarrassed.”

“Oh, please,” I scoff, snatching my hand away. “In your dreams.”

Instead of saying anything, he just stands there with that stupid smile on his face. I probably look the same way. It’s like we’re sharing a secret.

I should say something else, tell him goodbye, but then I notice someone standing behind him. Most people are either rushing to their classes or chilling by the lockers, but Eric and Jesse are just standing here.

“Uh, hi,” I say. “I didn’t see you guys there.”

Miles turns around like we weren’t just making out in a hallway. Eric rolls his eyes, flouncing off. I glare after him.

“What’s his problem?”

“Ignore him,” Jesse advises. “You know he can be a little dramatic.”

“A little?”

“It’s probably no big deal,” Miles says, squeezing my hand. “I didn’t know you two had lunch this period, Jesse. You’re lucky. We were just stuck in APUSH.”

“Oh, I don’t know if Eric does. I just ran into him on the way to my locker,” Jesse says, waving a worn copy of Hamlet in our direction. “You know how Bernstein gets when you’re unprepared.”

“Oh yeah,” I say. “He makes you sit in the front of the class. It’s like a punishment thing.”

“He does that?” Miles wrinkles his nose. “I thought it was a rumor.”

“It’s definitely not,” Jesse says, wiggling his eyebrows. “But don’t let me interrupt. Pretend I wasn’t even here.”

He disappears down the hall with a wink.

“Oh God,” I say, rubbing my forehead. “He’s so embarrassing.”

“How?” Miles glances at me. “He was nice.”