Jonah and I were sitting in the study section of the library.

It was pretty empty because most undergrads were out enjoying Halloween. But not us.

He had his laptop open and a stack of books in front of him, creating a fortress of seriousness. I had my tablet and a few periodicals. We were surrounded by an aura of complete concentration.

But it was a fucking lie.

Instead of reading my work, I was focused on Jonah and how sensuous his eyes were and how his hair was falling in front of them, and how I could have reached over and brushed the sandy strands out of his eyes. We were that close.

We’d been friends for so long, but our attraction was there, smoldering beneath the surface and waiting for the perfect time to ignite — which seemed to have finally arrived.