Page 28 of The Wolf Prince

Okay, fine. I tell Dora everything.

But maybe I'll leave out the part where one look from Grimm Palermo has my knees behaving like I've suddenly developed a vitamin deficiency.

I smooth my hands over my dress again.

Not fidgeting.

Adjusting.

There is a difference.

“I should probably get back inside.”

Grimm's eyes remain fixed on me.

“Probably.”

Neither of us moves.

Well.

This isn't awkward at all.

I glance toward the Academy.

Back to School Night is still in full swing. Light pours from the windows, and I can see shadows moving behind the glass. Parents and students and teachers are all doing exactly what they're supposed to be doing.

Unlike me.

I'm standing behind the gym beneath a full moon with a man who looks like he owns several multinational corporations and possibly a small country.

And I'm enjoying it.

Way too much.

“Right,” I say.

“Right.”

Still, neither of us moves. I bite the inside of my cheek.

Is he waiting for me to leave?

Am I waiting for him to ask me not to?

Oh, Goddess. I am.

That's embarrassing.

I've known him for what?

Ten minutes?

Fifteen?

And already some ridiculous part of me wants him to say, Stay.

Not because I would.