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282 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 10, 2019

Mort’s smile holds the world as he takes my hand and we dance.
On our way home, he doesn’t ask why I disappeared or why I’m acting skittish.
I don’t tell him it’s unbearable being in love with him.
“Now I understand why you are the way you are around Mort.”
“The way I am around Mort?”
“Like he cut out your heart and holds it ransom, and you want it back.”
“No, Tiff, that’s not right.”
“It’s not?”
“I don’t want mine back. I want his.”
“How can you tell they like you if they aren’t crazy stalkers?”Gah, folks, just... GAH!!! Am I right?
Mort chuckles and side-eyes me. “Extended eye contact. It’s a look. You learn to recognize it.”
“Show me.”
“I am.”
“I can’t tell. You look at me like that all the time.”
“This is true.” He returns his focus on the road.
“So once you’ve navigated through these dozen sheep, we’ll -- ”
“Dozen? There are fifty, at least. And when we retell this story, there’ll be a hundred.”
“Excuse me. Once we navigate through forty million sheep, we’ll -- ”
“Better. We’ll head to the best place on Earth.” Felix sucks on his lips. I smirk at him. “Not my bed, Felix.”
“Holy crap. Stop reading my depraved mind.”
“No. You don’t have a right to anything. You have to work for your relationships like everyone else.”
Laughter rocks out of me. Felix glances at us, revealing a flurry of emotions I don’t need a science kit to dissect: jealousy, frustration, and gut-yanking sadness quickly masked with forced aloofness.
He’s trying to get over you.
I don’t want him to.
“I spent most of it at the arcade.”
“Dance Dance Revolution?”
He resettles his cap “Yeah.”
“You’re obsessed.”
“Kinda.”
“Mort danced under my name. He danced until he beat both your old scores. He danced for me . . .”
“You know that Christmas when you told me true love would feel like sunshine?”
“Yes,” I croak against his neck, heart hammering.
“And you know how I always call you sunshine?”
My “yes” is a rasp.
He pulls back and looks into my eyes.
I melt.