Weird.

That’s the only word Luka can use to describe what he’s feeling, which is odd, because he’s usually so sure of every emotion. But he can’t put a finger on that weird feeling he gets every time he looks at you, heart pounding an unfamiliar too-fast rhythm in his chest.

All his life, Luka has loved women, worshipped the female form. Everything about them is breathtakingly beautiful to him. He’s never even so much as thought about a man…until you. Until your golden light deigned to shine on his face. But it’s still weird to him—he’s not used to it. Especially when “it” is being hopelessly attracted to his ex-girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend.

As he approaches the steps of Collège François Dupont for the first time since he was fifteen, he flushes all those thoughts out of his head. He needs to focus on returning to school, not on boys. Even if those boys are pretty, and sweet, and—no, Luka, focus! School! Math! Normal things!