I let my eyes fall closed, soaking in this moment with her. I know it’s not real. It was only meant to be a few camera flashes to fuck with her dad. A few lunch dates to impress mine. That’s all this is supposed to be. But the way Dahlia sighs against me, the way her body meshes into mine—a flawless fit beneath my hands—it feels as if all the fear and grief and stress in our lives melts away. We spin on the dance floor in momentary peace, and I can’t ignore the fact that this doesn’t feel fake at all.
