Jenna’s P.O.V.
The door shut behind me, and that’s when I probably truly understood that I was actually standing in the hallway of Adam Miller’s house for the very first time. This night had been nothing short of magical so far. Adam and I had enjoyed a wonderful dinner at the Italian restaurant, filled with laughter and a feeling as if we had known each other for years. When we had walked back to his truck, there had been an undeniable spark in the air, a magnetic pull between us that had been building for weeks on end. If not years on my part. But now, I couldn’t help but feel nervous and excited at the same time, understanding that we were close to crossing the next line that would end just a friendship and turn into something more. The date had been perfect so far, and I honestly didn
