“Well, let’s see. We watched the sunrise over the water,” I say with a smile, ticking off items on my fingers. ‘Daylight.’ “Then we danced in a parking lot.” ‘Fearless.’ “I threw rocks at her window.” ‘Love Story.’ “We kissed and danced in a rainstorm.” My sister’s mouth drops and her face softens. ‘Sparks Fly.’ “We went stargazing.” ‘I’m Only Me When I’m With You.’ “I tied a straw wrapper around her finger at a diner—” “Jesus Christ, you even ‘Paper Rings’ed her?!” Luna says with a shout, standing now. I smile. “I sure did.”
