Josh POV
I couldn't sleep. I couldn't think about anyone else but her. Her hair, her eyes, both the same milky brown. Her lips, forming a perfect O as they parted. Her long, slender fingers as they curled in the dirt. Her smell wafting off of her in waves-I couldn't get it out of my head. The way her fingers ran through my fur, the electricity that ran through my skin.
So I went back.
I snuck out to go back to that spot.
Now, I held her notebook in my hands, staring down at it. My fingers flitted through the paper, and I caught bits of writing.
"Josh," Iya's voice startled me, and I hid the notebook back under my mattress. "C'mon! We gotta go!"
I grumbled under my breath, but my heart started up like it did when I thought of her. Maybe she went to the same school. Maybe I had classes
