Lysander glanced around to make sure no one had spotted us when we landed in a quiet area at the school's back gate to stay low-key. He pulled me up from my crouching position and placed my arm around his shoulder so that I could lean unto him more. I was fine but my knees were still wobbly, deeply shaken.
I had to regain my composure.
Lysander held me a moment, his hands on my arms and his face a glowing heat onto mine. My heart fluttered by the proximity but maybe I was just furious of his existence. I pushed him away harder than I would have.
I immediately untangled myself from him as if I had touched something disgusting (which could be him) when I remembered his prank on me.
I quickly removed both of my socks since I couldn't wear them together when the other one was wet. I wiped my other leg dry in annoyance as I cursed in French. I wanted to let Lysander know how fucking pissed I was by cursing in his mother tongue.
