(Cassidy)
I read the same sentence three times before I admitted I wasn't reading anymore.
The book rested open on my lap, but my attention kept drifting back to Dane. He was sitting beside me, close enough that our knees almost touched, yet he felt farther away than that. Not distant from me. Just somewhere inside his own head.
I closed the book and set it on the coffee table.
He looked over.
"You finished already?" he asked.
"I haven't read a page in the last ten minutes."
A small smile appeared.
"That bad?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
He looked at me for a second before leaning back against the couch.
"Work?"
I asked it gently.
He nodded once.
"Yeah."
"Bad day?"
He shook his head.
"No. Just a long one."
I studied him for a moment.
Most people probably wouldn't h
