He kissed me again then, and again, sitting on the edge of his bed, our arms twined around each other.

After a long while, David lifted his head, his fingers playing along the back of my neck. “Choose,” he mused, and I shook my head, letting my hand rest on the back of his neck, too.

He sighed, his breath ruffling my hair, and I tightened my grip on him. “I choose you,” I whispered. “I choose you, David. No matter what.”

David wanted to argue. I knew him well enough to know that, to understand that that was why his mouth quirked down, why his eyebrows drew together, why he said “Pres” one more time.

But then I kissed him, really kissed him this time, and there was no more arguing.

There were hardly any more words at all.

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

“ALEXANDER WANTS to see us.” I have to be honest, those were not exactly the words I wanted to hear from David after everything that had happened the night before, but when he came up and found me at lunch, that was what he blurted out.

I was eating in the library again, thinking that after a few more days like this I’d have to buy an all-black wardrobe and stop combing my hair, so when David suddenly appeared in the stacks, my cheeks flushed bright red, and I felt weirdly nervous.

As a result, it took a minute for what he was saying to sink in. When it did, I stood up, dusting my hands on my pants—I’d taken to wearing pants more often at school on the offhand chance that something Peirasmos related could happen—and crammed my half-empty water bottle back into my bag.

“Did he say what it was about?” I asked, and David gave me that look from underneath his brows. There were still little pinpricks of light in his eyes, glowing brighter in the dim library, and I noticed he still had sunglasses hanging from the collar of his shirt.

“Pretty sure there’s only one thing it could be about, Pres. He has to know about last night.”

Again with the blushing. I knew David was referring to the vision at the golf course, but I remembered the way Alexander had looked at the two of us when he’d figured out what we were to each other. What if he wanted to talk about... the other thing that had happened yesterday?

The same idea had apparently occurred to David, because it was his turn to go pink, his eyes dropping to the floor. “I’ll meet you by your car after school?” he asked, and I nodded.

I could barely concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day, and when Bee found me as I made my way out to the parking lot after the last bell, she had to call my name more than once.