“Hmm,” I say when the sparklers have fizzled out and my glass is empty. “Resolutions. I’ll start by stealing yours from last year. I won’t start smoking this year either.”
“Hey, that was going to be my first one,” Isak says as he refills my glass.
“Serves you right for making me go first. Steal your own resolution.”
He harrumphs, then takes a sip. “All right. I’ll steal Anna’s. I promise I won’t get pregnant this year.”
That sends me into a laughing fit, making bubbly come out through my nose. I fumble for my napkin, wiping the mess off my face. “Dude! Warn a guy next time, will ya?” I scold, but can’t stop laughing, so I’m guessing the effect isn’t very intimidating.
He looks so ridiculously proud of himself—chest puffed up, mirth glowing from his eyes, mouth set in a wide grin—that
