I heard Josh open the front door, and my heart thumped crazily in my chest.

I put the glasses on my face and took one last look in the mirror. They were outrageous. Huge lenses in enormous round black frames. I’d determined through some trial and error while waiting for him to arrive that my hair up in a messy topknot was the best. It showed off the glasses well and made me look more bookish.

I wore nothing but one of his oversized sweatshirts that hung off my shoulder and maroon-colored knee socks. The apartment was cold as usual.

I heard him put his keys in the bowl and I shivered. It had nothing to do with the winter chill and everything to do with excitement.

I bounded onto the bed, crossed my legs, put a pencil to my lips, and went back to my self-help book of the week as Josh was... Read More