Lola’s POV

For the first time in forever, I laughed.

A real laugh. Loud, unrestrained, and kind of ridiculous.

Kael had just tried, and failed, to catch a falling moon petal in his mouth, swearing it was a secret tradition to “secure good luck in love.”

I nearly doubled over as he spat a petal out dramatically. “Okay, maybe that’s not actually a thing.”

“You made it up,” I accused, still giggling.

“Creative license,” he said with a smirk, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You needed to laugh.”

“Well, you look insane doing it, so… mission accomplished.”

He tackled me back down gently onto the blanket,...