“It just happened… since I’ve been staying here. We bonded over baked goods and books,” Sydney began hesitantly. “And then one night, I asked him to help me work through the first kiss scene in the book I’m writing and… that was it.” “One kiss and you knew,” Trish said, and I blinked twice, imagining—hallucinating—for a moment as I saw her face turn into that heart-eyed emoji. “Yes.” I nodded to confirm.
