Girl Online On Tour

I lean into his chest and feel his heart beating; I can't help but think this is way better than Skype. I stare up at his chiseled jaw, messy dark hair, and deep brown eyes. How did I get so lucky? I'm normally the unlucky girl who's always caught in the rain without an umbrella, who never has her number drawn in the school raffle, and who always loses at Monopoly. Maybe life has been storing up all my wins just for this: so I can be with Noah.