It’s happening again.
Peter is such a great guy. He can be a little boastful sometimes, a little too confident, but he’s funny. We have a lot in common, so many inside jokes, the same sense of humor, but even all that doesn’t bring the sparks I want to see. The sparks I only ever seem to feel with Noah.
Ever since Noah came to my room that night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. About how every nerve in my body tenses and lights up when he looks at me. How my breath changes with his every move. When I think he’s about to kiss me. When his eyes land on me like I’m the main course and he’s starving.
I melt every time. And that feeling, I’m afraid I’m addicted to it. Because I don’t feel it with Peter.
We’re at Peter’s place. Music plays low through the speakers, something s
