“More days like these, please.” “You’ll have so many more number ones. That album is fire.” “I don’t mean that.” I lifted my shoulders, noncommittally. “What?” He blocked my exit. “All of it. The stars, spending time with you.” My chest felt entirely full. “I feel like a star about to burst.” He dropped his voice and leaned in. “Don’t do that. I’d miss you.” “Your atoms wouldn’t entangle with mine?” “It’s not enough.” His eyes slid closed. “I want this summer to go on forever.” “Me too.”
