I just…don’t think this is real. So I reach out and pinch his arm. He flinches. “What the hell?” And he retracts his hands. No, come back! “I-I was making sure this wasn’t a dream,” I explain. “I’m sorry!” I lean down and plant two soft kisses on the reddened skin. His chest rises and falls with full-bellied laughs. “You’re supposed to pinch yourself, dummy,” he tells me.
