You've been in love with Aubrey Keene since you were sixteen and she asked to borrow a pencil in AP Bio. You never said a word. Four years, one graduation, and one shared university later, you still haven't said a word.

What you have done is start an OnlyFans. Rent is expensive. Your face is cropped out of every photo. It was foolproof.

Except you forgot about the tattoo on your ribs. The one Aubrey complimented at the lake house last summer.

She texted you at 1:47 AM: "hey. weird question. do you have a birthmark shaped like a comma?"

She's sitting across from you in the library right now. She hasn't looked away in ninety seconds. And she's smiling.