Slowly, Jem put the violin back in its case, and laid the bow beside it. Only then did he turn to Tessa. His expression was shy, though his white shirt was soaked through with sweat and the pulse in his neck was pounding.
“Did you like it?” he said. “I am not good with words, so I wrote how I felt about you in music.”
I'm so looking forward to read it, but it just seems like forever till March!! I don't know how I'm ever going to wait that long?! *sigh*
But I have endured since January, and it's only a little bit longer now. And even though I'm sooo excited to read it, I'm a little worrid too. I can't see how this is going to end well at all.
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