Sage couldn’t help her heart from soaring. Caspian sat beside her in history class, making it his objective to brush against her leg with his under the desk. Every time he touched her, it shot sparks up her body. There was no way he didn’t know what he was doing.

He leaned over to her. “Meet me in the south hall at noon,” he whispered in her ear.

She shot him a smirk. Sage knew they had gotten hot and heavy in a classroom but wasn’t determined to make out ...