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“A penny for your thoughts?” I wanted to know.
“Just this once,” she smiled, and closed her eyes. “Wish one; I get my dad out of prison. Wish two; Selene stays happy. Wish three…”
She stopped.
“Wish three?” I prompted.
She wouldn’t look at me, but she squeezed my hand. “Wish three is that I stay with you.”
There was a lump in my throat, and I squeezed her hand as I looked back up at the sky.
“Star light, star bright, the many stars I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, keep this girl for the rest of my life.”
She was silent for a second before throwing me the chips.
I looked at them, and then at her, before we both broke out into a fit of laughter.
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Shifting over onto my side, I watched as he slept… which was kind of creepy, yet dazzling all the same.
“You’re staring,” he said, not bothering to open his eyes as he burrowed his head deeper into the pillow.
“Sorry—”
“Just ask whatever it is you want to ask.”
I sat up and I tried to lift the sheets with me, but he just pulled them back down. I tried again, and again, he pulled them back down.
“Levi.”
“My eyes are closed, you don’t need to cover up.”
“Firstly, why does it matter if you can’t see me? And secondly, I’m covering up because I’m cold.”
He reached up, placed his hand on my breast and lightly flicked my nipple. “You are cold.”
Pushing his hand away, I took the sheets, and this time, he didn’t stop me.
“What’s your question?”
“What do people do up here in the middle of nowhere?”
With a smile, he opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes were wicked and his expression mischievous as he took me into his arms and kissed my neck.
“Not that,” I giggled—because apparently I was a giggler now— as he kissed my neck.
He laughed along with me, and sat up against the headboard, fully awake now. “We do whatever we want to do. We can walk into town, or the forest. We came here a lot when I was younger, with my father, so I know all the trails. You brought your ice skates with you, right?”
“I brought them. Yes. Do I know how to use them? No.”
“How can you not know how to ice skate? You’re from Boston.”
“Well, I spent most of my life in Maryland. People there hate ice, we don’t dance on it.”
“I could have sworn the youngest American athlete to compete in the Olympics for ice skating was from Maryland.”
He was such a know-it-all, and the smug look on his face—why did it make me want to smile too?
