Your laughter is my favorite song.

I want to fall asleep with that song in my ears and your scent on my pillow.

When you’re next to me, it feels like the earth stops moving just for us.

Then when I think of kissing you, my world starts spinning too fast.

Graham was going to figure out who it was about. It was all so obvious. Graham was going to laugh and call Kincaid over, and Ash might as well just die of mortification now and save them all time. He was possibly starting to hyperventilate.

Graham let out a whistling breath. “Wow, man. That’s some intense stuff. This guy better win the girl at the end, or this is going to be a seriously depressing book.”

“I, uh,” Ash stuttered, “haven’t figured out how it ends yet.”

Graham was still staring down at the page, a line deepening between his brows.

Look away. Look away. Look away. The silent plea repeated in Ash’s head.

Graham glanced up and toward Kincaid, a ponderous expression on his face. “Something like this could really make a girl fall for a guy. It’s like something out of a movie. Is this guy mailing the letters to the girl?”

Fuck. Ash was going to have to make up a damn novel on the fly. “He, uh, hides the letters where she works so she can find them, like a scavenger hunt, and he just signs them as her secret admirer.”

Graham stepped forward, bracing his hands on the counter and still watching Kincaid. “Does she figure out who he is?”

Ash discreetly closed the notebook and shoved it into his backpack beneath the counter. “Yeah, that’s part of the story. He wants her to figure it out because then that means she really sees him, you know, like recognizes him in the words. If she does, then he’ll know she loves him back.”

Ash was rambling now, but the second the words were out he realized how much he wished that were true. He wished he could send the letters to Kincaid anonymously, and she would instinctively know they were his words, would see that they’d always been meant for each other. She’d see that the love they had in their friendship was only a breath away from a different kind of love, one where he could hold her hand and kiss her and tell her all the things he held inside every time he was around her lately.

“This could be perfect,” Graham said, voice so quiet Ash barely registered what he’d said.

“What could be?”

Graham turned to Ash, putting his back to Kincaid and his hand on Ash’s shoulder. “Dude, I need your help.”

Ash blinked to clear the fogged thoughts he’d been lost in. “Huh?”

“I’ve been racking my brain, trying to come up with a way to ask Kincaid out. I know she’s on her boy ban right now, but God, I’m really, really into her. Like it’s kind of been killing me.”