I stare at the Portugal travel book I got last month, trying for the tenth time this hour to concentrate. I end up rereading the same paragraph five times and then give up, slamming the book shut.

It’s been three days of Finn taking up every single one of my thoughts. I’ve been trying to avoid him, mostly because I’m afraid he’ll see the effect he has on me. His very presence sends waves of nervousness and arousal crashing into me, nearly drowning me each time those intense brown eyes lock on mine.

I can’t stop thinking about our car ride on Monday night or the way he tucked me...