“Do you prefer the night or the day?” she asked and my thumb skated across her knuckles. “The night,” I answered. “Why?” She rolled toward me, our fingers becoming unclasped. I took the cigarette from her mouth, smirking as I toked on it. “Because anything seems possible in the dark,” I answered as I released a line of smoke and it coiled away on the wind. “What would you do if anything was possible, Fox?” she whispered conspiratorially, leaning closer so her coconut scent reached me. I’d keep you as mine. “That’s a secret,” I told her,
