Ethan's POV
I tried to look casual as I followed Stella out of the library, which is harder than it sounds when you're trying to dodge book carts and navigate around study tables. I probably looked like I was doing some weird interpretive dance.
As I pushed through the heavy library doors, I spotted Stella a few yards ahead, struggling with her stack of books. This was my chance. Time to be suave, debonair, the kind of guy who sweeps girls off their feet with his charm and wit.
"Hey!" I called out, jogging to catch up. "Need a hand with those?"
Smooth, Ethan. Real original. Why don't you ask her if it hurt when she fell from heaven while you're at it?
Stella turned, those green eyes locking onto mine, and I forgot how to breathe for a second. Or walk. Or exist as a functioning human b
