Description：
My boss double-tapped one of my Slack messages.
Which auto-fired the chaotic custom status my best friend had dared me to set up: **Jude Reeves tapped Lana's leg hair — said it was sexy.**
Of all the people in the entire company, *he* had to be the first one to trigger it.
That was the start. Then I dented his Ferrari and got sentenced to delivering him home-cooked lunch every day until I'd paid off eighty thousand dollars one dollar at a time.
Then he started looking at me like he was waiting for me to remember something.
There's a letter in a drawer at my parents' house I never opened. I'm starting to think it might be from him. I'm starting to think the boy he keeps reminding me of — the one whose knees I once kissed better — was him all along.
A warm, swoony rom-com about a slow burn, a glow-up, and the love letter that waited three years to be read.
