Cecilia's pov
I was curled up in a massive library on the third floor, a book in my hands that I'd been staring at for what felt like hours. Not a single word had registered in my brain.
Beside me, Harper was out cold, the book she'd been pretending to r******w serving as an impromptu pillow.
Tang dropped off our books, then settled on the library ladder playing some game on his phone.
Only Sawyer maintained any semblance of productivity, his laptop balanced on his knees as he continued working.
"Cecilia,"Sawyer's voice broke through my distraction, "if you can't focus, perhaps you'd like some work to distract you ?"The offer came with barely concealed desperation wrapped up as casual suggestion.
I couldn't help but smile as I set my book aside. "Sure, pass me some."
