“Truth or dare?” he asks out of nowhere. “Truth. Brave people always choose the truth.” I grin. “Is it true that you’ll always be mine?” He lowers his mouth to my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin. “It’s a truth. And sometimes, when you piss me off, it’s a dare. But it’s my life, and you’re a part of it. Always and forever,” I say. “Always and forever,” he repeats, and I hold on to my anchor, squeezing it—and my real-life anchor—hard.
