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tonight.”
    She smiles and nods. “You’re welcome.”
    He points at me. Don’t make out with my girl when I leave .
    I hold my hands up. “I promise not to try to make out with Reagan after you leave. I’ll only put the moves on her when you’re here.”
    Traitor , he signs.
    “Dude, I warned you.” But I laugh. Reagan ducks her head and doesn’t meet anyone’s gaze.
    “Good night, you two,” his mom says. Gonzo waves and speeds off behind her.
    “You’re really good with him,” Reagan says quietly.
    “He’s easy to like.”
    She picks up the stick he left and feeds a marshmallow onto it. She holds it out to me. “Here you go, city boy. Your first marshmallow roasting.”
    “Well, I’ll be damned,” I say, taking the stick from her. “You got one of my firsts.”
    She freezes.
    Shit. I made a mistake. “I was just kidding,” I rush to say. I’m watching her face, and she looks everywhere but at me in the firelight. “I shouldn’t have said that. Out loud.”
    I haven’t stuck the marshmallow in the flames yet. She reaches out tentatively and wraps her hand around mine. She turns her wrist and moves my hand closer to the flames. “Like this,” she whispers. She’s trembling, but she doesn’t let go.
    “Are you okay?” I ask softly.
    She smiles at me in the darkness. “I’m fine.”
    I draw in a breath. I don’t know how to ask. “No,” I say. She looks at me. “After that night. Are you okay after what happened that night?”
    She stiffens beside me. “You do remember me,” she whispers.
    “I think about you all the time, wondering what happened that night after you left.”
    She exhales slowly, like she’s fortifying herself. “Thank you for what you did.”
    “You’re welcome.” I don’t need her thanks, but I feel like she’s been waiting to tell me this. I watch as the marshmallow roasts, its creamy skin turning brown. A purple flame engulfs it, and she jerks our hands back, raising the marshmallow toward her lips so she can blow out the fire.
    Her lips purse and she blows, and I feel it deep in the center of me. I want to kiss her so bad that I can already taste her. “I know I don’t know you, but I feel like I do. After that night, I feel like you’re a part of me.” My words are so foolish that I bite back any further stupidity that might fall from my lips.
    “I feel the same way,” she says. “I don’t know if that makes you feel any more normal.”
    At least I’m not alone in my thoughts. “I would give just about anything to kiss you right now,” I say softly. Shit. Did I say that out loud, too?
    She smiles, but she still doesn’t look at me. She seems almost…regretful? “I would give just about anything for you not to,” she says quietly. She leans the stick so that the marshmallow is closest to me.
    She may as well have punched me in the gut. It’s been two and a half years. “You haven’t let him steal everything from you, have you?” I hope she hasn’t. If she has, he wins. He raped her, and he took even more than that.
    “I looked for you after that night,” she says.
    “I asked my brothers to check up on you, when I went to prison,” I admit. I look into her eyes when they shoot up to meet mine. “Not in like a creepy stalkery way.”
    She laughs. “You going to eat that?” she asks, nodding toward the marshmallow.
    “It’s burned.” She doesn’t want to talk about that night, and that’s all right with me.
    “Some people like them like that.” I watched enough kids eat charred marshmallows to know she’s telling the truth. “If you’re not going to eat it, I am.” She raises an eyebrow at me.
    “Go for it, princess,” I say. She pulls it from the stick, peels off half the outer coating, and passes the rest to me. She talks around the hot goo.
    “Try it,” she says.
    I’d do just about anything she asked me to do right now.
    I eat the marshmallow. “I don’t understand why people like these things. That wasn’t