Riley's POV

"Yes." The word startles Brett's as his face transforms, relief and joy replacing the nervous tension that had been etched there moments before.

"Really?" His voice is barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter this fragile moment.

"Really." I'm surprised by how certain I sound, how right this feels.

He kisses me then, soft and tender as our Ferris wheel car sways gently in the evening breeze. He tastes like funnel cake and possibilities. When we break apart, ...