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Love is not that simple.
To Wave, college had long ago sucked out any remaining appetite for romance. Between endless lectures, heavy library textbooks, and a sleep schedule held together by sheer willpower, there was never an available time, place, or person. Romance was complicated, demanding, and utterly inconvenient.
That is, until a forty-eight-hour chain of coincidences-a dropped sheet of lecture notes, a shared library desk, and a pair of yellow sticky notes-throws Thee right into his routine.
Thee is calm, attentive, and entirely too easy to talk to. As a single day of chance encounters slips into late-night hot chocolates and slow walks home, Wave is forced to rethink everything he thought he knew about falling in love.
Maybe it really was that simple all along.