He reaches out slowly through the water for me, inviting me in. I hesitate a moment, trying to see if I can make out his face, but still, it’s covered by his drenched hair. Glancing around me, I don’t see anyone, and my mom will probably be mad that I’ll get wet, but . . . I want to. I can’t hold back the smile as I reach out and clutch his chilled fingers, lifting my leg and stepping into the fountain.
