Rebecca
It's Saturday night, and my date with Kevin is in less than an hour.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror for the sixth time in the last ten minutes, tugging at the sleeve of my dress like it's suddenly too tight, too bright, too not me. My lipstick is too red. My hair has too much volume. I look like someone trying too hard—and maybe I am.
Kevin is sweet. Safe. Predictable.
He's the kind of guy who remembers to open doors and asks about your day and laughs at all the right moments. He's nice.
And yet, all I can think about is Marcus.
Marcus, with his sharp mouth and sharper eyes. Marcus, who infuriates me and unsettles me and somehow makes my whole body remember him even when my mind begs it to forget.
Kevin isn't even in the same solar system.
Still, I need to give him a chance.
