“Oh I believe I love you,” he said, and I laughed again at that. I liked to hear it, I liked to laugh at it, and it made me wonder what Daisy would say about it when I told her later. I liked my secrets, but there were some that were for the telling, and I dropped a fleeting kiss on his forehead. “You hold that thought,” I whispered. “You hold on to it for dear life, all right?” He told me yes in a way that was half a dream and half a daze,
