Billy was developing feelings he didn’t want. You two had spent one night together during the summer—single, only a few hours, one night.

But, goddamn it, he couldn’t get you out of his head. You weren’t even his type, or anyone he’d be around. He even tried to convince himself the stuff wasn’t that good.

It was, he just wouldn’t admit it.

It was fall now, and school was back in session. He knocked on your window softly, a bit scared you’d open it, but also wishing you would.