Noah

I didn’t know why my palms were sweating.

Okay, that was a lie — I knew exactly why. Jessa Lombardi was sitting in my passenger seat, wearing a red sweater that was slowly rewiring my brain chemistry, and we were on an actual date.

I pulled into Benny’s — because apparently I am a simple man who panics and defaults to familiar places and french fries.

But also… Benny’s was ours now.

A weird little landmark in whatever this thing between us was becoming.

Jessa ...