I’d never wanted anyone or anything more. I wondered if there was a heaven like this—a twilight field with a tiny breeze and Coley Brandt sitting on my lap and feeding me strawberries. It seemed too precious to be real, and I took a moment to emblazon it on my mind: the light in his eyes, the way the wind played with his hair, his weight on my thighs, the taste in my mouth. I catalogued each sensation. I vowed to protect each remembered detail. And then I breathed, and I kissed him again.
