CHAPTER 7 THE MYSTERY BOX

Jane lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind whirling with thoughts of Theodore. The conversation they had shared in the library was still fresh in her mind, the warmth of his hand lingering on her skin. In the background, the chatter of the other girls seemed to fade away, her world narrowing to the memories of his smile, his voice, the spark that had ignited between them. A small smile played on her lips as she relived the moment when he had kissed her hand, the electricity that had surged through her body. As Jane pondered the sparks that had flown between her and Theodore, her mind drifted to her past experiences with boys in the school. She recalled the five she had dated, each one a fleeting fling that had fizzled out as quickly as it had begun. "They were all just boys," she thought to herself. "Silly, immature boys who couldn't hold a candle to Theodore. He's different. He's...intriguing." She could feel the butterflies in her stomach just thinking about their