The Whispers of my heart

ways known two thing

er Nathan's best friend - th

hopelessly, quietly, desp

bled into notebooks with hearts around names. No, this was something quieter - the kind that

een when Sophia first noticed him - tall, broad-shouldered, effortlessly cool in his worn leather jacket an

to

"Nathan's l

dinners, at weekend hangouts, even at Nathan's college graduation party where sh

was still ten instead of fifteen. "You growing y

she loved the way

hough, was

tor Sophia in math. She wasn't bad at it - not really - but Nathan said s

ble with a notebook open in front of her,

ith the scent of summer air and cologne. Then he appeared in the doorway, wearing faded

did that f

flashing her a grin as he dropped his

, swallowing

lipping open her textbook. "Alright,

the scratching of his pen as he skimmed the

ong," he said, pointin

at her hands. "I tried, but I di

e said gently. "I'll e

easing tone he used around Nathan and their frie

ng. The way his lips moved, the soft crinkle at the corners of his eyes whe

asked, looking at

. "Uh... ye

ood. Let's try

g the problem onto her page. But halfway through, s

n and chuckled. "You weren'

to her che

brow. "Then what

mouth, then c

haking his head. "Yo

se no matter how many times she told herself she'd grown up, no

s still just Nath

he ha