Viv:
The music drifted around us like waves, warm and lazy, curling between the strings of lights that hung from one bike to the next. We were dancing barefoot in the dirt, my arms looped around Knox’s neck, swaying to some old tune we could barely hear that made the world feel softer, slower.
It was late—most of the crowd was either passed out or too drunk to pay attention to anything but the bottom of their bottles. But we were just us. Moving in rhythm to a world that finally let us breathe.
I looked up at him, that crooked grin tugging at the edge of his lips, the curl of hair at the nape of his neck damp with sweat and salt air. “You ever think we’d end up here?” I asked, resting my cheek against his chest.
He gave a quiet grunt, then pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Not onc
