EMILY
"Uh," I sighed, my head bent as I tried futilely not to envision him in my head.
Isn't it absolutely bonkers? When Nolan rolled into town, I swear I wanted to glue myself to his side every single moment. I mean, I remember being genuinely bummed out that we couldn't even interact during the day. Talk about a bummer.
And oh boy, the dreams— Let me tell you, I was having some serious pre-Nolan dreams long before we ever crossed paths. It was like my subconscious was manufacturing genuine emotions for this guy, and not just because I kept spotting him in my sleep. No, no, it was because it felt right, like the universe was nudging me in his direction. And when I laid eyes on him in real life—seriously, I still don't get why—I had the exact same thought: "Yep, it feels right."
Crazy
