ummm ok….How about Freddie Highmore? Ugh IDK… OMG why can’t she Just tell us >.<
“You could have fooled me.” His voice was unnaturally sharp. “Every time I called you, Luke said you were sick. I figured you were avoiding me. Again.”“I wasn’t.” It seemed to her that there were vast amounts of empty space between them, though the booth wasn’t that big and they weren’t sitting that far apart.
“I did want to talk to you. I’ve been thinking about you all the time.”
He made a noise of surprise and held his hand out across the table. She took it, a wave of relief breaking over her. “I’ve been thinking about you, too.”
His grip was warm on hers, comforting, and she remembered how she’d held him at Renwick’s as he’d rocked back and forth, holding the bloody shard of the Portal in his hands that was all that was left of his old life. “I really was sick,” she said. “I swear. I almost died back there on the ship, you know.”
He let her hand go, but he was staring at her, almost as if he meant to memorize her face. “I know,” he said.
“Every time you almost die, I almost die myself.”