Fiona’s POV

For a moment, the world narrowed to a single point.

The noisy crowd of students at the school entrance and their cheers made me extremely nervous; the flashing phones and excited whispers blurred into white noise. All I could see was Jalen.

He stood a few yards away, holding an absurdly large bouquet of red roses, wearing that half-smile that had once undone me completely. His eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

I had replayed this scene in my head a ...