POV: Calla Harlow
Adan and I were eating ice cream for cones as we walked home after his big match. The smile that embraced his lips immediately after his team was announced the winner of the football game had not ceased from his lips, and he did not even try to conceal the overwhelming joy he felt inside because of his victory.
“Stop smiling, will you?” I teased, jokingly.
“Imagine giving candy to a child without expecting him to giggle happily. That is exactly how I feel right now, and I don’t think I should hide it,” He replied, grinning from ear to ear.
I clicked my tongue and shook my head at him. “I can understand you. I guess I’ll be happy if I were in your shoes as well, but it just seems as if you are overdoing it,” I told him.
“Trust me, I am not overdoing anything. The othe
