“I don’t think there is.” I bring my knees up, crossing my arms over them. “People will criticize us, Deaton and me. Say we don’t know what we’re doing. How stupid and young we are. Already, my mother tells me I don’t know what love is.” I shake my head, disgusted. “She’s the one who has no idea. And we might be young, but why does that have to mean it’s not real?”
