Tabitha had been slowly but surely worming her way into Reid's heart.
She knew she could've sped things up by simply confessing her feelings outright, but that would've been the worst strategy imaginable. A guy like Reid, who didn't trust people easily—especially girls—would immediately go on the defensive.
If she blurted out, "I like you!" he'd probably treat her like some kind of undercover agent sent to lure him into a prank or something.
Besides, she wasn't exactly the type of girl guys lined up for—chubby, loud, and with a personality that could bulldoze through walls. But she wasn't in a rush. Instead, she focused on building something deeper, something real.
One afternoon, as they sat in Reid's study room—well, his study room, but her snack bar—Tabitha casually threw a question at him. "So . . . has anyone ever confessed to you before?"
Reid barely looked up from his book. "Yeah."
Tabitha blinked. "Wait, really?"
"Why do you sound surprised?"
