“Ooooooh, I don’t know that I would go that far. I didn’t like any of that, and I’m pretty sure I need to watch your next run from a trailer somewhere. Somewhere far away, and with a bathroom,” she smiles. “But I would never ask you to stop. You’re too good. You were meant for this.”

I kiss her again, this time longer and deeper, and I don’t give a rip who’s watching. I hear the people around us start to actually, “Oooooh,” and I think one of them is Jessie. They can oooooh all they want. And the people who suddenly find me relevant again, well…they can wait. Because I know, despite what Charlie said, there’s only one thing on this earth that I’m meant for—and she’s right here in my arms.