Touché. He was right. He could ask her the same thing, but she knew she was at school every single day. Could he vouch for the same thing?
“In any case, since I didn’t see you, I couldn’t make good on that promise. But, I meant to.”
“Well, in your defense, I really was out this week,” he told her.
“Out where?”
“Out of the school.”
“That’s allowed?” she eyed him weirdly. “I was under the impression no one leaves or accepts any visits until the school year is done.”
“True,” he just nodded, offering no other explanation, but her curiosity was eating her alive.
“So, if it’s not allowed, how come you got to do it?”
“You really wanna know everything, don’t you?” he sneered.
“I wanna know how you did this, yes,” she was relentless.
She could allow herself to be, knowing that no one else was there, and she could ask him things which she probably couldn’t ask him anywhere else. The library walls didn’t have ears… or, at least she hoped they didn’t.
“I had some business to take care of,” he simply replied.
“That’s no explanation.”
“That’s the only one I can give you right now.”
“You know that sounds very suspicious, right?” she eyed him, moving a little away from him, as if she was starting to distrust him.
“Do you think I did something wrong?” he whispered, so close to her lips, that she could almost taste his sweet breath.
How easy it would be, just to lean in and press her lips against his. It would take only a second.
“I heard stories,” she managed to reply, swallowing heavily, feeling her throat getting drier and drier.
“Stories?” he laughed a little too loud and he stopped as soon as he realized it. “I’ve heard them, too. Load of horseshit, if you ask me.”
“I don’t know, some sound like they could be true,” she pushed on.
She was walking a fine line, a dangerous line, if Sebastian was really as dangerous as Bella claimed him to be. But, Eva didn’t care. She needed to find out on her own, even if that meant getting in trouble. She would find a way of getting out of it, if necessary.
“Which one is your favorite?” he teased her. “Tell me, and I promise to tell you if it’s true.”
“You could lie,” she quickly replied. “What guarantee do I have that you’re telling the truth?”
He leaned in so close to her that their lips were almost touching. Her fingers were shaking and she wanted to rest them on something, to stop this trembling, but there was nothing to hold on to. Nothing but Sebastian.
“Absolutely…” he started, his eyes locking with hers, “none.”
She felt a burst of laughter coming on. If this was supposed to intimidate her, then he really missed the target. She snorted a little, suppressing that bout of laughter, then continued equally calmly.
“Well, it’s on your conscience if you lie, not on mine,” she replied with the only thing that popped to mind.
“How very self-righteous,” he grinned. “Ask away. Then try to figure out if I’m telling the truth or not. I’m actually having a lot of fun here.”
She waited. Of course, she knew exactly what she wanted to ask him, but she wanted him to think that she didn’t really care about any of this and she was just picking out a question at random.
“Okay, let’s see,” she started, “I guess the first one that pops to mind is the one everyone’s been wondering about.”