"Hi," I say, startling him.
He quickly locks his phone, then slides it into his pocket. "Piper, hi!"
His smile spreads across his face, and I swear I see something gleam in his eye. Probably just the sun’s reflection, but I'll just pretend it's because he seeing me.
He leans down toward me, his arms wrapping around my waist as mine wrap around his neck. It’s warm and it feels like it's second nature.
"Let's get inside. I'm ready to meet some authors."
"After you, my lady."
My cheeks catch on fire as he pulls the door open and swings his arm in front of him, gesturing me in and dips his head down. This! This is one of the perks of dating a bookworm.