“Technically, yes. But when I stopped and tipped my head up, I asked the moon for a reason to live. We have a history of bargaining, me and him.” He paused. “I think it gave me you.” The words settled beneath my skin. I felt the same. Existing was no longer enough. I wanted to live. And I wanted to live by his side. “Why did you tell me it means wiseass?” “Because you’re a wiseass.” “That’s rude.” “You still like me.” “What makes you say that?”
