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´s never has her number drawn in the school raffle, and who always lose at monopoly. Maybe life has been storing up all my wins just for this: so I can be with Noah.