Waterfell (The Aquarathi, Book 1)

I'm breathless. Just before I walk into the classroom, I glance over my shoulder. Lo's eyes are deep and piercing. I feel the weight of them hovering, watching. Holding me motionless as time, too, stands still. I force myself to peel my gaze away from his compelling stare, making my feet obey weak commands to enter the classroom… one in front of the other, like a drone. Something hot pulses across the back of my neck, racing across my body, and I can't even think. It's not Ehmora who will be the death of me. It's this boy.