I take a breath and dive back in. I scoop up a handful of sand and let it go, watching as the grains disperse into the water. I go back up.
"Come at the stroke of midnight, before you kiss your love, save a kiss for yourself."
A kiss for you.
Moments before he kissed her for the first time, Lulu had said another one of her weird things: I ran away from danger. She was emphatic about it, her eyes had a fire in them, just like they had when she'd come between the skinheads and me. It had seemed like a peculiar thing to say. Until I kissed her. And then I felt it, as visceral and global as the water that surrounds me now. Escaping from danger. I'm not sure what danger he was referring to. All I knew was that kissing Lulu made me feel relieved, like I had landed somewhere after a long journ
