Leah remembers the night she and Sam slow-danced to the sound of thunder and rain pounding on the roof. She remembers her clumsy legs and awkward torso, the way Sam made her feel like a ballerina between his arms, the elegant dip and the kiss they shared when it ended.
Still, none of it compares to this.
She and Jacob are sitting on the floor at the foot of her bed, silent. Jacob is tracing circles and hearts into Leah's palm; Leah is tracing circles and hearts into the nape of Jacob's neck.
She wouldn't trade it for the world.
