I’m tempted to run my finger along the bridge of his nose and then hold his nose, cutting off the air. I used to do this when we were kids, and he would wake up gasping for breath. It was hilarious. I’m half laughing as I reach out. His hand rises, and long fingers circle my wrist.

"Don’t even think about it." He speaks with his eyes closed.

"How did you know?" I pull my hand back.

Jared opens one eye. "You’re breathing and laughing all over ...