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"I don't know" We're sitting up, facing each other I cup his face withreat I'm surprised when he kisses ets inme the desperate Ezra way until we have to break apart to breathe Afterward, we end up lying together, wrapped up in each other Looking into each other's eyes

There's so bleak

"Tell el"

I tracewhen tears well in his eyes

"Just tired," he rasps

He tucks his head down against et to hold hi small to ease his pain—even if I don't knohat’s the ently, and I feel hi ti his face away from my chest

He gives me a tiny smile

“Hold,” I whisper

I grab a pen frohtstand and write on his chest, just over his left pec: angel I draw a small infinity symbol beside it

He opens his eyes o with theet up, I'll never be able to let you go"

The lake ends up being just what he needs I'm surprised and also not to find that Ezra is a natural skier—even in a bulky wetsuit He's so good, Bren introduces him to the wakeboard, and he tears the water up

He looks happy when he cli Then he sees ut-punched look on his face Da with ets up on his knees in his seat, bea back at me like a proud dad as I ski

He seeo, and Ez and I sit close enough so our knees brush a few tie, Ezra's fingers find 's still all right

In the car on the drive back home from thewith both hands for a while, but as we near the house, his right hand envelops mine After he parks, he looks at me and whispers, "Miller?"

I nod, and I see him s

"I love you" He kisses ue overin what I's his shirt down, nodding at his chest, which is now bare of s "Washed off in the lake,” he tells me