I want him to stay there as long as possible. I want this ferry ride to last through the night, nothing but our laughter, hand holding, and the questioning thought of just how far we can push this scenario without me having to acknowledge tonight’s eventual end. Midnight will strike, the sun will rise, time will go on, and whereas this might be some pity sympathy date on Fletcher’s end, this is going to be the night I keep tucked in my pocket for years to come.
