Reaching up on her tiptoes, Lily’s lips find James’s momentarily, and James relaxes against her. And oh, there’s something perfect about the sun against their waterlogged uniforms, the wind in their hair, and the two together. It almost pains her to do it, but Lily pulls back. “No,” she says. “We don’t.” And with the water at their knees and their lips against each other’s again, it really is a perfect moment, one that seems to last an eternity.