Page 91 of The Right Player

And I watched Makoa Kumaka, who paused mid-dance with furrowed brows like he’d lost something before he turned, finding me, and held his hand open with the most giant, goofy smile I’d ever seen.

He looked at me like I was his everything, like we were stupid in love, like no matter what life handed us from that moment on — we would make it.

And I knew without a doubt that he was right.The End