*Freya*
The next morning, I find that love has another symptom: I can’t eat. Or rather, I can’t eat in front of Zac. I don’t seem to have any trouble at all when he isn’t in the room.
When I arrive downstairs for breakfast, Summer, Eugenia, and Angel are already eating. I am famished, and I sit down, ready to devour what looks like a scrumptious omelet.
Then Zac arrives.
My stomach begins to flutter as fast as a hummingbird’s wings, and I can’t manage to get down a bite.
“Is the omelet not to your liking?” Eugenia asks.
“I’m not very hungry,” I reply quickly. “But it’s delicious, thank you.”
Zac, who has strategically positioned himself right next to me, leans over and whispers, “I can’t imagine how you would know since you haven’t tried a bite.”
I smile wanly and put a forkful in
