Jessa

I woke up smiling.

Actually smiling — like, full-face, cheeks-hurt kind of smiling.

For a second I didn’t even know why. I just lay there in my bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling… light. And warm. And ridiculously giddy in a way that probably should’ve embarrassed me, but didn’t.

Then it hit me.

I have a boyfriend.

A real one.

No trick.

No joke.

No waiting for the punchline.

Noah Carter is my boyfriend.

I buried my face in my pillow and squealed ...