Caleb avoided us for the rest of the mixer. Physically, at least – his eyes didn't leave us once, tracking every movement like a predator calculating distance. But he didn't approach again. Didn't need to. The handshake had said everything both of them wanted to say, and the rest was just a matter of time.
Campus didn't stop buzzing. Not that night. Not the next morning. Not during lectures where I could feel people's eyes on the back of my head like sunburn. The confessions page had a new thread – Maddox and Ellis confirmed?? – with four hundred comments and a blurry photo someone had snapped of the temple kiss. Half the comments were fire emojis. The other half were calling me Caleb's leftovers.
I was still thinking about the comments when Rhys's hand landed on my thigh.
We'd been in
