I walk over, slowly, and when I reach the dock, I finally glance up and meet his eyes. “You can stay too.” “You sure?” I nod. “You’re not going to push me in or anything, are you? Finish off what you started at dinner?” “Ha ha.” I sit down, begging my nerves to stop bouncing around like they’re playing a game of table tennis inside my rib cage. One simple night at this very dock, spent in silence with Owen, led to so many subsequent nights of talking.
