So, my friends told me a few days ago that I should just grab his hand and say nothing about it. Just go for it basically. So, I did that today, but told him I did it because they told me I wasn't brave enough to do anything about me liking him. So, we held hands for a few minutes, then he tried to spin me, which I let go because there was no way in hell I was going to try to spin with a backpack on and not fall over (clumsy me). When we got to his truck (we sometimes go on hikes after class but he said he was tired and wanted to go home, plus I usually walk with him to his truck), so we get to his truck and he hugs me(we recently had an "upgrade" in our friendship from shaking hands to hugging when we say goodbye) and I told him straight that I didn't want him to leave yet because, "has anyone ever told you they you're a good hugger?" He replied, "that wasn't a real hug drop that backpack and I'll show you a real hug." So backpack comes off, he picks me up and hugs me. To which I said something along the lines of how people usually can't pick me up, but you're strong so... and then I told him how my dad calls me fat sometimes. Jesse responded, "in all the right places." I'm still smiling and it's been about five hours!!! 😊😊❤️