“What’s going on with you?” bursts out of her, a whispered accusation.
“Me?” I rub at my arm where she bulldozed into me. “I’m not the one bodily accosting people in dark hallways.”
“No, you’re just the one staring at me from across the room with a broody look on your face.”
I frown. “It wasn’t a broody look.”
It was more of a what-the-fuck-am-I-doing-and-also-I-want-to-kiss-Nova look, if we have to categorize it.