I had one of those dreams last night… the ones where you wake up with your heart pounding because you don’t know what’s real. But it only took me a minute to come back down to earth… because I’m pretty sure Ethan would never kiss me in the middle of Chemistry class. But in my dream… wow. I think I melted.
I wonder if he’s that amazing outside my dreams… God, what am I saying? Of course he is! I honestly don’t know how I’m going to sit next to him in class tomorrow without grabbing him by his shirt and confirming just how amazing he is.
I’m going to give myself a heart attack.
It’s just that ever since that night at the infirmary, it feels a little different with him. That was the first time we talked outside of class. Sure, it was about class… mostly. But it seemed like… more. Maybe I’m imagining things… maybe it’s wishful thinking. But I don’t think I care. It makes me happy. He makes me happy.
Maybe we’ll never be more than lab partners…
But we’ll always have Chemistry.
Wow. That was really bad. Even for me. I’m hopeless.
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