He said, "I want you to look at me.
"You keep avoiding me.
"Why?"
I muttered, "Why did you come back?"
Lyman wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb, catching a bit of the milky white liquid.
His eyes softened. "Because you're about to graduate, silly."
For a moment, I felt a pang of disappointment.
So, he came back to break off the engagement.
Then why was he still flirting with me?
I realized he was trying to get back at me for what happened last night.
What a vindictive man! I would not fall for his tricks.
In the morning, I rode with Lyman to school.
He insisted on driving me to the campus.
On the way, we ran into some classmates who stopped to say hello.
I panicked and dove right into Lyman's lap.
Without missing a beat, he silently rolled the window up a bit with one hand and gently held my head down with the other.
The space inside the car was tight.
His unique, cool scent filled my nostrils, especially since my face was so close to him.
It made my cheeks burn.
"Why isn't he driving yet?" I wondered.
I started to feel restless and shifted slightly, trying to find a better position.