Josie's POV
I sat through the first period trying to focus on the symbolism in a poem I didn't care about, but my thoughts kept looping back to that brush of shoulders. It was annoying. It was entirely unnecessary. It wasn't actually happening.
I tapped my pen against the margin of my notebook, forcing myself to write something, anything, to stay grounded in reality.
"Miss James."
I looked up sharply to find the teacher watching me with an expectant look.
"Would you like to share your answer with the rest of the class?" she asked, her voice dry.
I blinked, then glanced at the whiteboard. I hadn't even processed what the question was.
"No." I said, the honesty slipping out before I could dress it up.
A few people in the back of the room laughed quietly. The teacher sighed, a long-su
