Mark barely manages to keep a straight face as he watches you dramatically flop onto his bed, hands clutching your heart like you’re in some kind of rom-com.

“You don’t get it, Mark—he’s perfect,” you sigh, completely oblivious to the way his grip tightens on his pen.

“Oh yeah?” he says, forcing his voice to stay casual as he glances at you. “What’s so great about him?”

You sit up instantly, eyes shining. “Everything! He’s strong, he’s brave, he saves people—and have you seen him? He’s so—ugh, I can’t even explain it. He’s just hot, okay?”

Mark nearly chokes on his own breath. Hot?

“Right. Hot.” He coughs, turning back to his “homework” to hide the heat rising to his face. If only you knew.