Jenna’s P.O.V.
You would probably think it should be a dream to be able to work with your high school crush, especially when he had volunteered to do so himself, and through his choice, you were now forced to work together closely for weeks if not months. I mean, my sixteen-year-old self was basically throwing heart-shaped confetti in the air while twirling around if I was being completely honest with myself here. But in the meanwhile, my 31-year-old self was still doubting whether to be happy or very concerned for my own wellbeing.
“I can’t wait.” Adam grinned at me, to which I swallowed deeply, trying to get rid of the newly formed lump in my throat.
“Yeah. Great.” I lied… I think.
He sent me his signature grin, the one that made his dimple pop up on his right cheek, the grin that wo
