So, I do. My arms go over his shoulders. My legs go around his waist. I smile at him before I place my cheek to his so he can see what he’s doing. His chuckle tickles my ear, but he doesn’t say anything. “I almost made a sex swing joke earlier too,” I confess. He laughs harder, and the weirdness between us seems to melt away. The old and new versions of us fusing together. “I’ve missed you and your mind,” he says, stepping across the gap like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “I’ve missed you and your ability to take a ten-foot step,” I say as he puts me down.
