QUOTE : A paper was pressed into my hand nearest him and I curled my fingers around it. His fingertips brushed softly from my wrist to my elbow and I had to fight the urge to look at the trail of fire he’d left on my arm. Chase and Bree talked about something at their parent’s house this weekend all the way up to the door of our class. I still hadn’t said anything or looked at him. “You ladies have fun, I’ll see you later.” He gave Bree a quick hug and nudged my shoulder before walking away. After taking our seats, I leaned over toward my backpack and unfolded the piece of paper so Bree wouldn’t see. ‘You look beautiful today.’ I crushed up the paper, slid it under the rows of seats and prayed that she wouldn’t ask why I was beet red. That