“We should do it together,” I find myself saying. He looks taken aback. “Kiss?” “The list.” I laugh. “You should have a seventeen-year-old summer with me.” Charlie’s eyes brighten. “Yeah?” He reads my list over again, lips moving silently. Then he digs his phone out of his pocket and snaps a photo. “No problem,” he announces. “No problem?” “Nope,” he says. “You’ve already done a bunch of it. You jumped off the rock, threw yourself a birthday party.” He arches an eyebrow. “And that is a very skimpy bathing suit. We can do this.” “We?” I say, smiling. His eyes spark. They’re aurora borealis
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