“I don’t know, Chris.” I pull him forward as a group of rowdy boys try to slide by on the sidewalk. One of them eyes Christian up with a double glance and blushes as he moves on.

“Nothing to lose, except maybe your heart.” He winks happily, oblivious to the passing “hotty,” and I eye roll, knowing it’s unlikely anytime soon.

To lose your heart, you need to have gotten it back first so that it can let someone else have it, and mine is still most definitely in the ...