Thank you,” I said, turning around a little so I could talk to him. “You’re a good friend.”
“I know,” he said, as he tightened his hold around me. I leaned back against his chest, resting against him.
“Beckett, I–,” I started to say, but he stopped me.
“Shh,” he said. “You don’t need to say anything. Just watch the fireworks.

Author: Monica Alexander