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We’ll have to cuddle or something.

Horrors.

I’ll probably have to fall on his dick for us to fit.

Fuck me, I have issues.

He smiles at me from his spot on a picnic blanket on the ground, where he’s splayed out on his ass with his legs spread and his elbows behind him, propping himself up under the shade of the trees. My stupid heart does the same thing it’s been doing all day long and starts singing songs about rainbowsand stars and frolicking in meadows made of marshmallows and cotton candy.

Bea told me once that her vagina is a hopeless romantic.

Mine’s apparently stuck in a fairy-tale world.

“Lighter,” he tells me. “It feels—Ifeel lighter.”

“It doesn’t bother you that literally no one realized how much cash you were handing or leaving them the past few days?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t want the thanks. That part—it’s awkward. I don’t like it.”

“You’re not awkward.”

I get a raised eyebrow of doubt.

“You’re different. From when—from who you were when we were younger.”

“When you don’t have any memories of me?”

I grin. “Clearly. Now you’re memorable.”

He jerks his chin toward the tent. “That’s built for four people?”

I study the small domed shelter. “I think they put the wrong tent in the box.”

He snickers.

Oliver.

Snickering over getting a half-size four-person tent.

“Have you always had a sense of humor?” I ask him when I shouldn’t be asking him anything besidesplease gather sticks so we can make a fire to make dinner.

And then he does something even worse, and he answers me with a heavy sigh and a soft, “No.”

“I was kidding. Being obnoxious. Poking at you. Ignore me.”

“One of my earliest memories was meeting the cast ofLes Misin Paris.”

I plop back on my own butt next to him. “I know we grew up special, but that’sspecialspecial.”

“My mother wanted me to be cultured, and the best way to do that was to do cultured things. Notfunthings.”

“NoPanda Bananda on Icefor you, huh?”

His brows furrow, wrinkling his forehead, and I realize he looks younger today.

Not as young as he is, but far younger than he did a week ago.

“Kids’ cartoon show,” I explain.