Wade.

She liked that name.

She liked that he liked Savvy.

She liked the way he spoke.

His voice,

his smile,

his chocolate dark brown hair,

were just

plain

sexy.

What am I thinking?

Nervously, she grabbed a book random from her pile,

opened it,

dove into the words,

embraced the pages,

for she didn't know what else to do.

He caused her anxiety that she didn't know how to cope with.

But for some reason,

she liked it.