Radio Waves, Racing Hearts

ed to a halt. "S

e I'd grown a second head. "It's Tue

id not compute. "B

ent? exasperation?-crossed hi

m, dumbfounded

convincing people to donate to the campus food bank. The 'romantic' part was a theme to draw a crowd." He gestured to the scattered

wedding. There was no Chloe. There was just a class project. A class project I had single-handedly, specta

I stammered, needing an escape. "

Liam was in my way. "

ffel bag. He had packed up the microphone and s

My voice was b

, his tone dry. "Since I'm pretty su

y," I said again, feeling pathetic. "I'll talk to Profes

t's just get this back to the station." He started walking,

d on the pavement, replaying the last ten minutes in my head on a loop of pure cringe. We reached

aid, handing

d at it.

leg over the scooter. "The radio station is

was the kind of thing I'd write in a secret journal if I was the kin

have to," I

ving no room for argument. "And you look l

e. My fingers fumbled with the clasp, shaking t

et me,"

hes from mine. I could see the tiny scar above his right eyebrow. I held my breath, my heart doing a frantic, chaotic

n neutral, and patted the sea

ly in the air for a moment before I h

shoulder. "You'll make us cr

. His back was firm and warm through his hoodie. I could feel the muscles shift as he started the engine. The

I could focus on was the feeling of being pressed against Liam's back, my hands linked around his waist. It was the most

the sudden silence was deafening. I scrambled off the Vespa, my legs feel

de," I mumbled, no

e duffel bag. Our fingers brushed. A j

ld. "I should... go." I desperately wanted to get back to

," he

led up the steps to the st

y heart pounding. What just happened? He wasn't

m Hayes wasn't the guy I thought he was. He wasn't just a popular joc

into my mind, unbi

And more importantly, what