"Shut up," I replied, wrapping my arms around Eddie and kissing him back. "You look insane."

I was certain he was right, I looked completely mad, but I didn't care. Whenever Eddie was involved, I felt a little mad, like he could undo all the bits of me that worried or grew tense or angry. He was such a good part of my life, the best, and if I looked insane some of the time, that was okay.