I spent all night thinking of Richard and even the next day.
I rushed to my phone at every notification thinking it was him but I was always disappointed. By evening, I was already stalking the pages of comments from girls on his page.
They were all pretty. And they all wanted him.
I sighed. I’d already lost anyway.
I felt that way until I heard a knock on my window. It was Richard.
I froze, my heart stuttering like it always did when he showed up. I pretended I was surprised for a second, but my chest already knew the answer.
I padded over and cracked the window open.
“You again?” I whispered.
“Can I come in?” he asked, like it was a courtesy and like I had any real choice.
His voice sounded softer than usual, as if he’d left the edges of the night at the window with him.
