I blink as tension fills every line of my body.
Thereâs no way this is happening.
It has to be a figment of my imagination.
Just like all the other times Iâd caught sight of her on campus or at Taco Loco. Or when I thought I caught a whiff of her perfume in my room days later.
Itâs almost enough to make me wonder if Iâm losing my damn mind.
When she doesnât move a muscle, I narrow my eyes. Thereâs no way that the girl who snuck out of my bed last weekend is standing on the third floor of the library.
Her wide blue eyes stay locked on mine as shock colors her expression.
Something at the back of my brain prods me into movement, and I shoot to my feet. Fear flashes across her face as she swings away and races down the staircase.
âFuck.â I grab my backpack and take off after her.
As I hit the staircase, I catch a flash of long blonde hair from below and hurry my steps, only wanting to catch up to her.
A potent concoction of anxiety and frustration swirls through me.
âHey!â I raise my voice, even though I know it wonât do a damn bit of good. âWait up!â
By the time I reach the lobby, thereâs no sign of her.
My heartbeat thunders as I plow a rough hand through my hair and stare out the glass doors, searching the darkness.
A couple holding hands walks inside the library.
âDid you happen to see a blonde girl leave the building? I think she was wearing a black jacket.â The question is out of my mouth before I can stop it.
They glance at each other before shaking their heads.
âNo, sorry.â
Before I can question them further, they disappear up the staircase.
Itâs like she vanished into thin air.
Again.
Maybe I really am having a mental breakdown. Itâs true, Iâve been under a lot of stress lately. Dad has mentioned in the past that I could talk to someone if I ever started to feel overwhelmed.
It might just be time to take him up on the offer.
For a handful of minutes, I contemplate heading outside to search the surrounding area just to be sure. Although, by now, sheâs probably long gone.
If she was ever here in the first place.
Fuckâ¦itâs official.
Iâve lost it.
Plus, how can I do that when Iâm supposed to meet with the tutor my professor set up? School and hockey need to be my priority. I canât keep obsessing about this girl.
Itâs surprising that Iâve already given the situation this much mental energy.
You know what?
Iâm tapping out.
It ends here and now.
I swing around, ready to head back to the third floor, when I find her standing about fifteen feet away. My steps stutter to a stop as air gets clogged in my lungs, making it impossible to breathe.
My gaze rakes over her, trying to memorize every little detail.
Sheâs even more beautiful than I remember.
I flex my hands. Itâs so damn tempting to pounce, but Iâm afraid if I move one muscle, sheâll disappear.
Just like a mirage.
Time stands still as we soak in the sight of one another.
The spell is only broken when she says, âYou have something that belongs to me, and I need it back.â