I glance around through Giano’s at our friends. We came here to celebrate Makenna and Sawyer’s engagement today, but I think it’s a celebration of how far we’ve all come. Makenna’s grief, Sawyer’s depression, my insecurities, Dalton’s . . . uh, well, I haven’t really figured him out yet, William’s distrust in everyone, and we all know Callie’s biggest problem was me. We’ve all grown, helped each other to become better people. Which is exactly what life is all about.
“Well,” I snicker, turning back to Callie, “I probably haven’t said anything sappy like this in a long time because it’s taken me all this time to come up with it. But even if I don’t say it enough, I always feel it.”
“I know.” She tugs me down closer to her with a look in her eyes that I know all too well. Something that tells me we’ll be sneaking out of the party a little early. “I know exactly how you feel because it’s there in every kiss.”