COLEEN
The morning after our date, I woke up smiling.
Which was terrifying.
Because I wasn’t the kind of girl who woke up smiling over a boy. I wasn’t the kind of girl who replayed conversations in her head while brushing her teeth, or who scrolled through her messages to see if maybe, just maybe, he’d texted “good morning” before I was even awake.
But apparently, I was now.
Mark noticed before I even finished pouring my cereal.
“You’re chipper,” he said, lounging at the table in his sweatpants like someone who hadn’t seen daylight in days. “What happened to the girl who grumbles through breakfast like a grumpy cat?”
“Nothing.” I shoved a spoonful of cereal into my mouth, trying to play it cool. “Just in a good mood.”
“Uh-huh.” He tilted his head, studying me. “And does this good m
