He must have been staring, because she gave him a knowing smirk. “Hey, I’m fine. We’re fine.” She perched on her tiptoes and kissed him, which felt as good as the ambrosia. Her eyes were flecked with so many colors Jason could’ve stared into them all day, studying the changing patterns, the way people watched the northern lights. “I’m lucky to have you,” he said. “Yeah, you are.”
