I’d waited what felt like forever for this day. In reality, it was probably more like a few years. Ever since Jude had nonchalantly handed me a pen I’d dropped in chemistry, the seed had been planted. He hadn’t even looked at me, but when I’d stammered out a thank you, he’d smirked down at his tablet. That smirk had followed me to sleep and had visited almost every one of my dreams since.
