I’d let him make love to me in the wake of the first big test our budding relationship was going to face, and although we’d both flown out of the moment and forgotten the fear and uncertainty, it was like you could tell what would happen the next day was hovering over us like a fog. “Tell me about Jeremy and Carlie,” I murmured, not sure if it would help him to talk about his best friends, but if nothing else, I wanted to know about them. I looked up at Josh, and he was smiling. “Jeremy was an idiot, but I loved him, because he was so fucking passionate about everything. He was the guy who talked me into going surfing in the middle of the night, who convinced me to take off with him for three days when we met these two girls in Holland our sophomore year of college, and the guy who talked me into getting a tattoo with him one night when we were drunk. He lived life to its fullest all the time.” I moved my hand to trace the nautical star on his left bicep.
