Lorenzo had only wanted to be polite when he offered to carry her books. But now, as they walked side by side through the halls, he couldn't think about anything else. Her scent hung in the air, warm and sweet, and he struggled to control his thoughts.

How could such a small moment upset him so much? As she spoke quietly to him, his mind imagined scenarios - what it would be like to hold her hand, or just to have her near him longer.

When they finally arrived at their destination, he handed her the books back. Their fingers brushed against each other, just for a moment, but the moment was seared into his memory. His heart beat faster and he hardly dared look into her eyes.

This fleeting contact sent shivers down his spine and his thoughts raced. She smiled at him, thanked him like it was nothing special, but to Lorenzo it was everything.