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But sometimes, adults can play pretend too. And I pretend that smile is just for me.
“You said you liked them,” I answer. “I do.” “Then, why wouldn’t I do something simple if you like it?”
Wendy laughed tonight, and there was that little indent in the corner of her lips that is becoming all too familiar as each day passes. It’s like a hidden place for her cheeks to kiss her lips. A kiss visible to only a lucky few.
“No, it’s important to you. If we can’t love the things significant to us without guilt, then what can we love? Your tattoo is important because you think it is. And that’s all that matters.”
Wendy is practically an angel. It feels like a sin to touch her.
“God, you’re like my star in the sky, Wendy.” “Your star?” “My North Star. Always showing me the direction I should travel. I’ve never met someone like you before.”
“I’d let you break me, Wendy Bird,” Jasper whispers gruffly. “And I’d thank God every single day for the guilt that followed if it meant I could keep you for myself.”
“You want me? Then, come and get me, Captain.” With those final words, I leap off Deadman’s Drop. And the last thing I see before plunging into the deep is Jasper diving after me.
“I need you. Do you know that? I need your little teases. Your pretty smiles. Your stories. I need you.” “Then, take me, Captain.” “If I do, then I’m keeping you. I’m never giving you back.”
Wendy deserves everything. And listen, I hate that this happened. But it did happen. I’m sorry. I had no intention of falling in love with her. But I do have every intention of keeping her.”
She’s my Wendy.
She’s ours. My and Sam’s Wendy.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “Stealing you away.” I can’t help the grin that spreads. “I was wondering when you would, Captain.” “Sorry for making you wait, Little Bird.”
