Chapter 3:
Getting Closer
The conversation on the couch felt so natural I almost forgot how nervous I had been earlier. Sera’s laugh filled the room again after I told her about my failed attempt at writing poetry last semester. “That is actually adorable, Ronan,” she said, her hazel eyes sparkling. “Most guys would never admit something like that. What happened? Did the poem survive?”
I shook my head, grinning. “It did not. I deleted the whole thing after three lines. Something about moonlight and unspoken words. Terrible. Your turn. What is the most embarrassing thing you have ever created?”
Sera leaned forward, her knee pressing more firmly against mine. “Promise not to laugh too hard? I tried painting a self-portrait last year and it looked like a sad potato with curls. My roommat
