Noah

I don’t know when it happened exactly.

One second we were “watching a movie.”

The next, Jessa was curled into my side like she’d always belonged there, her head on my shoulder, her laugh soft against my chest.

And I was completely, irreversibly screwed.

Because I liked this.

Too much.

The world was loud. School was loud. People were always watching, always talking.

But here?

It was quiet.

It was warm.

It was just… her.

I brushed my thumb along ...