I push Nico’s glasses up the bridge of his nose to get his attention. “I’ll stay, but only if you want me to.” He wraps his arms around my neck and squeezes until every artery protests. “Of course I want you to!” “Oh, great.” I fake my relief. “I was worried you’d forgotten all about me already.” “Never, ever, ever!” “Are you sure? Because you probably liked not having to eat your fruits and vegetables.” His adorable, small nose scrunches. “Papi still made me.” “How dare he care about your health,” I say with feigned outrage.
