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Ivy closed her eyes and thought about Tristan, about their plans to run off to the lake together, to float

out in the middle of it with the sun sparkling at their fingertips and toes. She thought about the way

Tristan had kissed her in the back-seat of the car the night of the accident. It was the tenderness of his

kiss that she remembered, the way he had touched her face with wonder, almost reverence. The way he

had held her made her feel not only loved, but sacred to him. "You still haven't gone in the water."