He couldn’t be serious…

I could think of anyone; ANYONE better than Jason. The same stupid jerkface that hung around with my brother when they were thirteen. The same one who would mastermind crashing my slumber parties when I was ten. And the same ass who was my best friend’s first crush and then crushed her dreams when he laughed at her poor attempt at pouring her heart out to him.

His shoulders are broader and his facial hair now fully grown in enough to trim down, and his voice…his deep voice is steady and confident….BUT those are the same boyish dimples and same sky blue eyes that used to flash with mischief fifteen years ago.

It’s just the same old Jason…and I’ll just keep thinking of him like that while I catch my breath and regain strength in my knees.