Lila
Sitting in Shawn’s truck should not have felt this different.
I had been in it plenty of times now, but tonight I couldn’t stop thinking about the first time he’d ever really talked to me. Not in a hallway. Not because we’d been paired together for something at school. Not because Nina had somehow dragged me into his world.
Because I had accidentally sent him a picture of myself in a bra.
God.
Even thinking about it made heat crawl up my neck.
I turned toward the passenger window, hoping he wouldn’t notice me smiling to myself as he pulled out of the diner parking lot.
“What?” Shawn asked.
“Nothing.”
“That’s bullshit.”
I looked over. “Why does something have to be wrong?”
“Because you’re smiling at the window like it just told you a joke.”
I laughed. “I was thinking about
