“…and so then I held his hand and he did that thing where he put his fingers through mine—” Ronan said before Gansey interrupted with a quiet, “Lacing. He laced his fingers with yours.”
“Right. So, what do you think it means?” Ronan asked. He was sitting on the floor next to the model Henrietta, Noah sprawled out beside him, and Gansey kneeling on Main Street, gluing a porch to the general store.
“He likes you,” Gansey said, at the same time that Noah offered, “He wants to bang.”