Lila
I wasn't sure what to expect from Max after the texts.
For the first time in weeks, he's been... different, calm. Like he's trying not to scare me off.
It's nearly disconcerting. Max has consistently been passionate, his feelings strong and unmissable.
At this moment, he's restraining himself, and although I value that to some extent, I can't help but question why it seems so unusual.
I shut my locker, spotting him at the end of the corridor. He's conversing with Derek, but his gaze is pointing toward me.
For an instant, our eyes meet, and I can't suppress the slight thrill in my chest.
He turns his eyes elsewhere first, rubbing the nape of his neck as if he doesn't know how to handle the situation.
In my thoughts, I have believed that I understood Max completely.
But, what about now? I'm not sure if he is aware of his own identity.
"Lila?" He said in a quiet tone.
