Cos this is my first love

sper promises of endless possibilities. The sleepy little town of Willow Creek was alive in its own way-soft rustles of win

d precariously on her knees. Her pencil moved in slow, deliberate strokes as she sketched the scene before her: the oak tree in the front yard with its tire

ere rolled up to reveal lean, tanned arms. Lily squinted at him, her pencil hovering above the page as she tried to capture the way his shoulders flexed when he leaned fo

k house next door. There had been a moment-just a fleeting glance over his shoulder-that had made her stomach do a stran

m's voice drifted through the screen

shing the eraser shavings from her shorts, and glanced one last time

oze, her heart doing that strange flip again. Noah was walking toward her, a small potted p

t away. His voice was warm, like t

brain scrambling

f his mouth. "I, uh, thought you might like this. It's a su

lushed, and she hoped he couldn't see it in the dim

with something unspoken. Then, as if realizing he had lingered too

back to planting. Se

arily breathless. Before she could say anything, he turned and jogged back to

gged at her lips, one she couldn't suppress even if she tr