The first time I saw Jase? Well, I don’t remember much about that night. There were too many new people and I was nervous.
But I do remember the first time I saw Jase. I was standing on a curb, and he’d just taken a step onto the pavement. I was trying to ignore the fact that Sandy had turned on her reporter voice with some guy she was interrogating as we walked—the voice that sounded like it should cost $2.95/minute. I realized that Jase was just as tall as me…even though the curb had him at a good three-inch disadvantage. As my eyes scanned down from the top of his head to his shoulders, I noticed how broad they were, and how his T-shirt stretched nicely around his upper arm. I wondered how his skin would feel under my fingertips.
The moment was ruined by the man himself, “Hey…dork…are you coming?”
And I was. I was coming to realize that I had a crush on Jase Anderson.
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