“Oh yeah.” I glanced at him. “Who does Raffles like?” He’d said that Raffles had a person that he liked.

Harry turned to look at me. The question alleviated the awkwardness that shouldn’t have existed in the first place.

He smirked maliciously. Then, he braced his hand against the door frame next to my face and leaned low over me. His fringe glided along his sideburn as he leaned closer. A tuft of hair shook as it glided down his forehead, shimmering under the moonlight.

“Who do you think that person is?” He blinked at me. His long eyelashes were distinct under the moonlight, setting off his amber eyes.

I looked up at him and exclaimed in surprise, “You?!”

“Cough, cough, cough!” He burst...