Zee.
After my little chat with Denver, I couldn't stop smiling and staring at the phone as if wanting to hear more from him.
I stared at the glowing screen of my phone for a while, my fingers hovering over the keys, unsure of what to say.
The urge to text him again was strong, but I held myself back. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt this way—this pull toward Denver that made everything else in my life feel insignificant. But tonight, the pull was stronger.
I shook my head, frustrated. I can't possibly be attracted to him. What did I even know about him?
I must be overthinking this.
I have never had a real friend, and his helping me become a better me must be what was confusing me.
I rolled over in bed, pulling the covers up to my chin, my thoughts racing. Denver was everything my
