The library was nearly empty, just the faint hum of the heater and the occasional rustle of paper from the far corner. Daisy sat cross-legged on the floor, her laptop balanced on her knees, a half-empty bag of gummy bears between her and Jordan. The table they were supposed to be using was covered in his neat piles of notes, but somehow they had both ended up on the carpet, leaning against the wall like it was their own private fort.

She was halfway through highlighting a paragraph when she noticed him watching her. Not staring, Jordan never stared but looked at her with that quiet, almost curious focus he...