I prepare for an argument, but Darren sighs."  I love him, Grace."

"I know."

His eyes are still loaded with my conflicting feelings, yet he grins. "That seems like a plan."

"Calling it a plan is absurd." I'll hesitate. "Darren, I adore you. Sometimes it seems like my heart will fracture ribs and explode out of my chest. I sigh. “But doesn’t it feel like something’s clicked into place with Milo? Like the three of us just fit?”

He ducks for a while. When he wipes water over his face, the intricate mess disappears. “Yes.” He scrutinizes me. "Really?"

"Absolutely," I laugh. "Even when we were playing, you were in...