HANNAH
“He’s smart. He smells so good. And on top of that, he’s hot.”
Willa sighed dramatically, rolling around on my bed like a lovesick fool.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice,” she continued. “You’d have to be literally blind not to.”
I rolled my eyes. She had been gushing about Devin for the past ten minutes, and by the looks of it, she had no plans to stop. The way she talked, you’d think he was the goddess’s greatest gift to women.
Recalling his face now, I supposed he was good-looking—in a generic sort of way. But he was nowhere near as attractive as Willa made him out to be. Or as he thought he was. His attitude this morning had made that painfully clear.
“You’ve actually seen this guy, right?” I asked, briefly wondering if we were even talking about the same Devin.
Willa flu
