Jessa

By the time the last bell rang, I could barely sit still.

Not in the panicky way I used to feel walking down hallways — terrified someone would make a comment or laugh behind my back. This was different.

This was… warm. Fluttery. Kind of electric.

And all because Noah Carter wanted to hang out again.

Not by accident.

Not because we got pushed together.

Not because he had to.

Because he wanted to.

I still couldn’t get used to that — Noah wanting me.

Noah ...