Thank you,” I said, turning around a little so I could talk to him. “You’re a good friend.”<br />“I know,” he said, as he tightened his hold around me. I leaned back against his chest, resting against him. <br />“Beckett, I–,” I started to say, but he stopped me.<br />“Shh,” he said. “You don’t need to say anything. Just watch the fireworks.

Monica Alexander