“What?” he asks, glancing back at the little boy catching a pumpkin frisbee. “I think your heart is your greatest strength,” I say. Time freezes for a few seconds as the cool wind blows through my hair. If I don’t walk away right now, my lips will be pressed against his again. I stand and hold out my hand, hoping he’ll take it. He does. “Let’s get through this stranger phase as fast as fucking possible,” he mutters, interlocking his fingers with mine as we move toward the crowd waiting to enter the pumpkin patch. “I agree.” I want to know everything about him and his past.
