You had a bet with your friend that the first to pull the cute, quiet, shy boy first.

She tries first, asking him to eat with her. He declines.

He’s in the library at lunch. You sit down, noticing his eyes following you.

You walk up to him to ask what he’s reading, but he quickly shuts the book.

“Any recommendations?” You ask him, looking in his eyes.

“Uh- here.” He hands you his book before a look of regret covers his face.

You smile. “Thanks.”

You take it home to read it. To your surprise, it’s the dirtiest book you’ve ever read. How can you ever look at him the same? On the very back page, there’s some writing in pen.

You gasp when you realize it’s your name, surrounded by hearts.