Hannah
“I think you know, Hannah.”
I stared at Drake after he uttered those words, my mind reeling. Was he implying what I thought he was? That he had feelings for me? It couldn’t be possible; he loved Zoe more than anyone, and we were just friends. We had established that already.
No, that wasn’t it; surely I was just reading into things. But my heart continued to race despite myself, and I found myself at a loss for words.
Finally, I managed to stammer out, “But... What about Zoe?”
Drake sighed deeply and ran a hand through his dark hair, which was slightly ruffled by the evening breeze. “Zoe and I... I think I’ve realized that we’re just not a good match,” he admitted.
He paused, shaking his head, and leaned against the veranda railing. His throat bobbed as he t
