“Um. So ... Are we going to study?" Jase slides his thumbs behind my ears, rubbing the hollow at their base. He's only inches from my face, still looking into my eyes. "You bet. I'm studying you.” — Huntley Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“He reaches for a few strands of my hair, twining them around his finger. “You busy later?” “I was supposed to go to a meet-and-greet in Fairport with Mom, but I told her I needed to study for SATs.” “She… — Huntley Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
