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“I like that. Thinking that I’m worth paying attention to. Something ordinary made extraordinary by the person you’re sharing it with.”
“What do people even do for fun?” “I’ve heard rumors of a thing called television.”
I’m sure I look like a raccoon that’s been in some sort of street fight over a pizza crust after sleeping on the couch in full makeup, but Aiden is looking at me like I’m a bag of contraband coffee shoved into a cookie tin.
“You said pineapple on pizza is disgusting.” “It is.” “Then why do you have it?” “Because you said it was your favorite,” I admit. “And I want your favorite to be my favorite.”
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 and grin. “You remember what I said.”
“I remember all the things you’ve said,” he grumbles, voice low, and I’m not sure I was supposed to hear it because he rubs his free hand over his mouth and continues to stare at the fort. Meanwhile I’m practically bursting next to him, champagne bubbles of happiness rising in the center of my chest. I feel like I’m Charlie in the chocolate factory, right after he drinks that bubble juice. I’m about to float through the ceiling.
“If that’s not the right thing to say, then I don’t want the right thing,” he tells me. “I missed you too.”
I thought we were on the same page, but apparently we aren’t even in the same library.
“You’re the only person I want to have fun with. You’re the only person I want anything with. Maybe this started as fun, but now it’s different.
“I could let myself love you so easily, Aiden,” I whisper. My words hit him like a bulldozer. His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. His hands curl into fists. He sucks in a sharp breath and holds it in his lungs before releasing it again. For a second, I see the boy who looped an empty key ring on a chain and called it a lucky charm.
Maggie glared at me through the window with her arms crossed over her chest, mouthing, Team Lucie, with her fist thrust in the air. Her face softened when I dug my finger in the middle of my chest and said, Me too.
love isn’t always sunshine and daisies. Sometimes it’s hospital beds and shaved heads. But I wouldn’t trade any of it. Because all of it is with her.”
“I know what falling in love feels like because I’ve been falling in love with you.”
“I’m gonna love you so good, Lucie.”
