“I can’t focus when you’re here. Because being around you is so . . . When we talk, I feel like you see parts of me that I never knew existed. And I haven’t even thought about Matt since we went to Houston together. And you were right. He’s definitely been jealous after seeing me with you, but I can’t seem to care about that because . . . of you.” When I look up, his face is devastatingly blank for a long time, until his lips slowly crack a smile. “Did you just confess your feelings for me, Quinn Jackson?” I blink down to my lap, stunned at myself. “I think maybe I did.”
