ten
peyton
I honestly didn’t feel any nerves until we had already arrived at the school and were walking to the front doors from the parking lot.
“I still can’t believe we’re really doing this,” York said, more to himself than me. Then, he gave a shaky exhale as if nervous and looked up at the exterior of the gymnasium that we were approaching.
That’s when the butterflies finally took up residence in my stomach, and I had to flatten a hand over my abdomen to contain them. Because why was York nervous?
The night was chilly, but thankfully not windy. I shivered, wishing I’d remembered my jacket and scarf.
York glanced over immediately, strangely attuned to my emotions.
“You okay?” he asked, tightening his grip on my hand. His gaze glittered with concern. “Are you dizzy? Lightheaded? N
