swallow roughly and then August says, “Here,” and pulls a sucker out of his pocket. I just blink at it. He brought me a sucker. He brought me a motherfucking sucker. He’s carried it around for me all day. In his goddamn pocket. “I love you,” I blurt and as soon as the words hit the cold evening air, my face flames. Oh my god. Why did I say that? What the hell is wrong with me?
