Bryce and I spent the night entwined, our arms and legs around and between each other's, even our toes curling together. He pillowed his head on my bicep and I held his hand and traced my thumb over his knuckles and the length of his delicate fingers. We whispered like time had stopped, like there was nothing beyond that saggy air mattress, those old sleeping bags, or our bubble of darkness lit by the fading fire.
