FABIOLAMy hold on my purse wasn’t steady, in reality, nothing about me was steady, my heartbeat, the movement of my legs, nothing. I was a few seconds away from speaking to my high school crush and every ounce of me was urging me to back down, but I kept reminding myself. I am not the girl I used to be back in high school. This Fabiola right here wasn’t a shy nerd who was liked only by teachers. My college year was going to be different, good different, and this is one of the ways I can make that happen. He stood at the corner of the pitch, a bottle of water in his right hand while his left hand carefully dabbed his sweaty face with a white towel. “Hi.” My words came out soft and unsteady. Lan lifted his head, a brow raised.Exactly, that was the face he always made, the one I loved, the one I see in my dreams. “Hey,” his soft eyes scanned me as he straightened to his full height, towering over me. He smelled like soap, a very intoxicating soap that I felt was edible. I stood
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