I used to tell myself that Noah Carrington and I were just friends, Partners in the lab, study buddies, nothing more. But the truth is, the line between friendship and something else had been blurring for a long time.

At first, it was little things like the way he’d always save me a seat in chemistry, even if Alexa and her friends rolled their eyes about it. Or how, when we got stuck with complicated equations, he’d lean over my notebook, his shoulder brushing mine, his handwriting neat ...