Chapter 46

“No,” he says. “I guess not.”

He picks at the light hairs on the back of my wrist. His fingertips are ticklish and I think about how I can never stay mad at him for long. “This reminds me of a joke,” he tells me, and then he laughs just thinking about it. “You want to hear it?”

“Do I have a choice?” I ask.

That makes him pout again. “Never mind.”

I sigh and kiss the back of his hand. “Listen—“

“Never mind.”

Be that way. No, this definitely can’t be heaven.

* * * *

I don’t know what time it is because my watch stopped on impact. Running smack into a tree tends to do things like that. But what does it matter, how many hours go by? We have the rest of forever to sit here. We have all the time in the world. Right?

We’re dead. As if I could forget that little fact.