Jessa

The late afternoon sun dipped low over the football field, staining the bleachers gold and orange. Most of the crowd had already cleared out, leaving behind the faint smell of sweat and grass and that distant hum from the stadium lights that never quite went away.

I leaned against Mariah’s car, pretending to scroll through my phone even though my screen had been dark for the last ten minutes. Waiting wasn’t usually a big deal — but waiting for Noah Carter was something else ...