I wished I could blurt out how I was feeling and what the hell was going on, and how insane it was that I was already in love with the guy I’d be working with in a few days’ time, even though I knew it didn’t make any damn sense. I couldn’t be though. I couldn’t be in love with him. This was a crush. A stupid crush. It couldn’t be more than that. So why did it feel like it meant so much?
