Reid wraps an arm around my waist when I stumble.
"You came!" I mumble, surprised.
He raises an eyebrow.
"That sounded so wrong."
"You know what I mean. Get your mind out of the gutter."
He's watching me as I talk, and he casually tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his other arm still curled coyly around my waist.
"You look like a zombie."
"Lack of sleep does that to you. Why are you here?"
"That's not how you pronounce thank you, Riya."
"Thank you, but you didn't have to. It's three in the morning."
"That's exactly why I'm here. I figured you'd appreciate a ride."
I release my breath, aware of my heart beating evenly against my chest, then I lean in to rest my head on his shoulder.
"Thank you for coming to get me."
He doesn't answer. Instead, he tightens his arm around
