"I'm glad you're finally opening up to him." Mother echoes from behind.

I retreat from him and walk up the stairs, suppressing the need to look back at him. I close the door, gently smacking my flushed cheeks before I go crazy.

I collapse on the bed, literally holding my chest from falling.

Why does a mere kiss on the forehead make my heart race faster and feel like so much more than it should have?

The next morning, Nolan drives me back to school. The air between us is intense, ...