“Dahlia? Is that you?” A deep voice has me spinning in my heels. “Evan!” I grin at the former high school prom king, beloved swim team captain, and the first person I kissed. Nothing happened after our game of spin the bottle at a lakeside bonfire, but I distinctly remember being on cloud nine for a few weeks after. “Surprised you still remember me.” “It would be impossible not to after you sweet-talked your way into borrowing my chemistry homework throughout sophomore year.”
