pg 158-159
After an hour the wind dies down,
so the kite-flying part of our day is over.
I pull out my phone and check the clock,
My stomach's telling me it's time to eat something.
I quickly reply to a text from Madison,
then I'm back to wondering what comes next with Cade.
"Heads, sushi," I say.
"Tails, Chinese."
"Well, it better be tails because I don't do sushi."
"You don't do sushi? Christ, kill me now!"
I pick up a small stick and pretend to stab it into my chest,
and drop to the sand on my back.
I lie there with my eyes closed.
Warm breath on my neck,
Soft shiver down my spine.
Sweet words whispered in my ear,
"But with you, I might try anything."
- Lisa Schroeder, The Day Before
