Noah

By now, it wasn’t new.

Jessa and me.

Weeks ago, it felt like stepping onto a field with every set of eyes in the stands locked on my every move. Like one wrong step would get replayed in slow motion.

Now?

Now it just felt… normal.

Not boring. Not routine.

Just real.

She was my girlfriend. I liked being with her. I liked how she laughed when she was trying not to. I liked how she always looked like she was thinking about ten things at once. I liked the way she ...