Brimming with excitement, I knocked on Callan’s door Friday after school and glanced into the unlocked room. Callan looked up from his desk, eyes softening slightly when he spotted me.
“Sakura,” he said, my name rolling off his full pink lips.
Instead of waiting for an invitation inside, like I normally would, I walked into the room, placed my backpack on my assigned seat in class, and pulled a chair up to his desk, where he had been working.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I kinda have a favor to ask you,” I said, placing my hand on his knee underneath his desk, finally having the confidence to touch him at school. The door was shut, so … it should be fine.
Besides, Callan told me that he had been happy lately … with me.
with me.He c****d a brow. “And what is that?”
“Do you think that may
