The hallway had emptied.
Classes had already started.
Neither of them had moved.
Autumn's back rested against the locker.
Luca stood in front of her.
Too close.
Dangerously close.
"You're staring again," she whispered.
"You're nervous."
"I'm not nervous."
"You're twisting that ring on your finger."
She froze.
He smiled slightly.
"See?"
Her voice dropped.
"You're enjoying this."
"A little."
His hand lifted slowly.
For a second she thought he might touch her face again.
But instead he placed his palm beside her on the locker.
Trapping her between his arms.
"Luca," she murmured.
"Yes?"
"People could walk in."
"I know."
But he didn't move.