“Uh,” he starts, and he swallows thickly. “So this is a I’m taking you back kinda moment, right?” he asks, his cheekbones glowing sunset-red. I blink up at him confused but nod anyway. “Yeah, obviously,” I say, trying to pull his face back down to mine. He laughs shyly and then nods. “Thank God for that,” he says, and then he moves the hand from my hair so that it’s resting over his chest. My eyes instantly move to his hand and my mouth drops open. I read the letters freshly inked into his knuckles in neatly scripted capitals. RIVER. Just like he always said he would.
