Who would ever compare?
That’s what I found myself thinking as I sneaked a peek at Smith out of the corner of my eye. He was focused on the road, his profile superhero clean, his strong, capable hands on the wheel, a small smile playing about his firm mouth.
If it was just his looks, maybe I could have dealt. Looks weren’t everything, after all. But it wasn’t just that. The past weeks had been magical. He made me laugh, he made me come, he made me feel important and grown-up, and best of all? He made me feel heard. When I spoke, he didn’t sit there texting on his phone like a lot of the guys my age did. He looked at me and he really listened, his phone nowhere in sight.
I shifted in the passenger’s seat and held back a sigh. This was exactly why I’d made the whole casual edict so adaman
