“I’m going to miss this face.” “Holden…” “You said it yourself, but did we listen? Ohhhh, no. Not us. Not me.” “What did I say? When?” “At the pool. It’s a mistake. We’re a mistake.” His frown deepened and he held me tighter. “I was flipping out. I didn’t know what I was saying. I—” “Yes, you did,” I said softly. “And you were right.”
