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“She’s very interesting,” I tell him when I’m back on my feet. I tickle his nose with one of the daisies I’m holding. “What makes you say that?” “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because she made you seem obsessed with me.” “I am obsessed with you. I’m not sure how to make that any more obvious.”
“Neither. It’s the way you’re looking at me tonight.” “I’m looking at you different?” “You are.
Heart sinking into the depths of my stomach, I move my arm out, away from my body, watching her duck to have a look at the side of my ribcage. With a finger, she traces the skin there, over the cluster of black four-leaf clovers tattooed along my side, down to my hip.
“I started ten years ago. I have one for every year I lost you.”
Melody takes my arm. “Find it? What do you think was important enough to go back for in that storm?” “This is what got us stranded together at camp?” I am flying. I am weightless, made of air and hope. “You always had it with you?” “I always had it with me.”
“And this house? The reason it looks almost identical to the one on the vision board I made for school?” “You wanted it. I wanted to give it to you.”
She dabs the corners of her eyes. “I think I’m mourning what we could have been this whole time. Knowing I could have had you… It’s such a waste of a decade.” I reach for her, sweep the back of a finger along her cheek, collecting tears. “It wasn’t time yet. I had a lot of growing up to do for you.”
“You were right, that night after the WAGs game,” she tells me. When I only frown, she adds: “You told me that, one day, I’d realize you’re exactly what I need in my life. And you were right.”
“You ever been spanked, Clover?” “Can’t say I have.” “It’s what brats like you deserve. Your ass is mine the second that front door closes.”
“I just want to talk to you. It’s the right thing to do, Melly.” “No. I don’t want to talk to you.” “All I need is five minutes—” “She said no, motherfucker.”
“You don’t fight.” “I’d burn everything to the ground for you, and walk away without another look.”
“That’s your dream life? You and me working together, the city apartment and this house here?” I hold his face and watch my fingers thaw whatever doubt was there. “What else could I want?”
Get her happy. Keep her happy. Melody takes my playbook from me, staring down at the words. “This is all you wrote?” “It’s all that matters, Clover.”
“Of course, it’s a yes, Zac. You’ve always been a yes.”
