He holds me steady with his hand squeezed against mine as we stare at his…project. “I figured we could eat the pizza here,” he says carefully, eyes flicking toward me and away again. He’s acting like he’s just presented me with a pipe bomb, not a…poorly constructed fort in the middle of his living room. He nods toward the mess of cushions and haphazardly thrown blankets. Now I know what he was doing with his seven minutes. He was collecting every spare blanket and a beach towel—if the blue sea turtles are any indication—to create a makeshift tent. “Like a picnic,” I breathe. I look up at him
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OMG HE REMEMBERED
