In Love With Ally Barker Here

"‘And then,’" she whispered, stepping closer to him in the narrow aisle, "‘the hero realizes the treasure was never the gold, but the girl with the ink-stained fingers.’"

As the sun began to bleed through the high, stained-glass windows, they walked out into the morning air—exhausted, ink-smudged, and finally, undeniably, together. In Love with Ally Barker

"You’re staring at the radiator," she countered, pulling out the chair across from him. "Which is fine, but I have a better story for you. The campus archives just opened the 1920s floor. Rumor is there are letters from a secret society hidden in the floorboards. Want to help me commit some light trespassing?" "‘And then,’" she whispered, stepping closer to him

The air in the library always smelled like old paper and vanilla, but whenever Ally Barker walked in, it shifted to something sharper—like ozone before a storm. The campus archives just opened the 1920s floor

The playfulness vanished. The silence of the archives pressed in on them. Leo could feel his heart hammering against his ribs. "Ally," he breathed.

Leo knew he should say no. He had a midterm at eight. But Ally was already standing, her backpack slung over one shoulder, looking at him like he was the only person who could possibly keep up with her.