He came to rest with the side of his face pressed tenderly against my chest. Listening to my heart.

One side of his mouth pulled up into my favorite uneven smile.

I considered taking out the rear of his shiny Volvo, but there were too many witnesses.

Do you think that if I ran him over with my truck he would stop feeling guilty about the accident? That he might give up on making amends and call it even?

This truck is old enough to be your car’s grandfather — have some respect.

In his rearview mirror, Edward’s eyes were on me. He was unquestionably shaking with laughter, as if he’d heard every word Tyler had said. My foot itched toward the gas pedal… one little bump wouldn’t hurt any of them, just that glossy silver paint job. I revved the engine.

I felt silly, asking for clarification on make-believe.

It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real. I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I would wake up.

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And how long have you been seventeen?

I wanted to close that little distance, to reach out and touch him, but I was afraid he wouldn’t like me to.