“Wren.” Dmitri’s eyes are locked on me as intensely as mine are on him. All it would take is for one of us to lean in and that’d be that. Game over. Lights out. “I have something important to tell you.” I gulp. “Okay…?” His face looks as murderous as I’ve ever seen it as he leans ninety-nine percent of the way into kissing me and says, “If you tell anyone about my Pinterest page… I’ll kill you.” Both of us burst out laughing at the same time. We laugh until our cheeks hurt, until our sides burn, until the good kinds of tears pour down our faces—well, my face, not his.
