His POV
She sat across from me, completely focused on her book. Didn’t even look up when I came in. But I know she saw me.
She always does.
I didn’t say anything. Just sat down, pulled out my phone, and pretended to scroll. But really… I was watching her.
Her fingers moved slowly as she turned the pages. She had that little crease between her brows again—the one that shows up when she’s deep in thought. Her hair was a little messy today, like she’d been too busy to care. And yet, somehow, she still looked perfect.
She always does.
Most people on campus call her the sweet girl—smart, quiet, kind to everyone but hard to get close to. Guys try, but they don’t get far. She's not interested in sweet words or fake compliments. She's too sharp for that. Too focused.
And yet, for some reason, she lets me sit here.
Back then, I didn’t expect this.
I used to be the guy everyone warned their friends about. Captain of the baseball team. Parties every weekend. Flings that never lasted more than a few weeks.
Then one rainy afternoon, I saw her here in the library. Soaked hoodie, glasses fogged up, arms full of books. I tried to make a dumb joke.
She didn’t laugh.
She just looked at me and said something serious—something about wanting to change the world. And that was it.
That was the moment I knew she wasn’t like anyone else.
And suddenly… I didn’t want anyone else.
Now we’re dating. But she’s careful. She’s never rushed into anything, and I don’t push. I’ve touched plenty of girls before—but not her. Not unless she reaches first. And even then, I move slow.
She’s still a virgin. Still figuring out how much of herself she’s willing to share. And I respect that. I want to respect that.
So yeah… I just sit here.
No hand-holding. No kisses in public. Just quiet. Just being with her.
And honestly?
That’s enough.
She sighed a little, probably sensing me watching her.
“I can feel your eyes,” she said softly, still reading.
“I’m not staring,” I said. “I’m just… appreciating.”
She gave me a look—quick, half-smile, half-warning. But she didn’t tell me to stop. Just turned the page again.
And I smiled to myself.
Because she may not say it out loud, but letting me stay here like this?
It means something.
And right now, that’s all I need.