JORDAN
Oh my God.
I was kissing Olivia.
For a second, the world went still. Her lips were soft—exactly like I’d imagined—but so much more real. Warm. Trembling. Perfect. I swear every nerve in my body lit up at once. My hand moved on its own, finding the back of her neck, pulling her just a little closer. I deepened the kiss instinctively, like my body remembered her even if she didn’t remember me.
And then—just as quickly—she was gone.
She pulled away, fast, her breath shaky, eyes wide with panic and something else I couldn’t read. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, the words breaking between us, and then she turned and bolted out of the library before I could even process what happened.
The silence she left behind was deafening.
I sat there, frozen, staring at the empty doorway li
