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7

Six months before the accident

“I like it,” Gabe said, his fingers caressing my ear with a gentle grace that belied their size. Self-consciously I touched where his fingers had just been, trying to tame a stray piece of bang. “It’s different, but it suits you.”

“I’m not sure what happened,” I said. “I asked for a trim but then I thought about all the blow-drying and told her to just chop it off.” My hair, best described as the color of mud except for when the summer’s sun added golden touches, had been just below shoulder length since high school. It was my safe length—long enough to feel feminine, but not so long I couldn’t quickly blow-dry it if whatever I was doing called for more than a finger-swept ponytail. I ran a hand through it again, still surprised at how quickly my fingers moved through the now short strands.

“Actually, it’s really hot,” Gabe murmured, his hand sliding down my bare neck, to my shoulder, to my breast, where it lingered. “I bet it looks even better when you’re naked.” I laughed until his lips met mine, warm, full and soft. I sighed and pressed closer to him, letting my sundress drop to our bedroom floor after he swiftly untied the neck strap.

“Just like I thought.” Gabe’s eyes trailed down my body, then back to my face. “It really suits you.”

Afterward we lay tangled in our sheets, and I rested my head against his chest. His heart thumped furiously.

“I have an idea,” he said, his fingers tickling up and down my spine. I shivered and snuggled in closer.

“Oh, yeah?” I tilted my head back to look at him. He kissed the tip of my nose and I breathed in his scent. Sweat mixed with the woodsy smell of his deodorant. “You really do like this haircut, don’t you?”

“That’s not it,” he said, smiling. “Although I would like you to hold that thought.”

“Tell me.” I settled back against his chest and closed my eyes. Contented. Happy.

“Well, seeing as we’re getting married in a few months, I thought we should think about what we want that to look like.”

“What do you mean? Everything’s already planned.”

He shook his head. “I don’t mean the wedding. I’m talking about life after that.”

“I already picture that all the time.” I smiled. I couldn’t wait for that wedding band to slide over my knuckle.

“I know we won’t be able to do this right away, with work and everything, but I had this idea to create a list of all the things we want to do, the places we want to travel to,” he said. “A list of experiences we can share.”

“So, sort of like a bucket list?”

“Yeah, sort of,” he said. “But that’s kind of grim, right? More like a wish list, you know?”

I kissed him hard on the lips. Again and again, my lips meeting his teeth as he laughed. “Tegan and Gabe’s wish list. I love it. Let’s do it,” I finally said.

“Now here’s the thing.” He jumped out of bed and grabbed a pad of paper and pen from his briefcase. “We’re going to write out each thing on a piece of paper, fold it up and stick it in a jar or something.” I nodded, grinning. “Then when we have vacation time or feel like life is dragging us down, we’ll pick something out and do that.”

I laughed. Gabe was going to have his work cut out for him; I wasn’t exactly spontaneous. He was the adventure-seeker, which was one reason why we balanced each other so beautifully. He pushed when I pulled.

“Okay,” I said, tousling his dark brown hair, which was curling from sweat.

Gabe smiled. “You go first.”

Over the next half hour we created a list of ten things, then folded the papers and put them in a giant crystal vase one of Gabe’s parents’ friends had sent as an engagement gift.

“So when do we get to pull our first one?” I asked, shaking the vase with some difficulty due to its weight, the little packets of paper dancing inside.

“Why not right now? Whatever it is, we’ll do it after the wedding, okay? Wish number one can be our honeymoon.”

“Deal!” I tilted the vase slightly so I could reach into its depths, then stuck my arm in up to my elbow and stirred the papers around.

“You pick.” I took out my arm and extended the vase toward Gabe.

“Ladies first,” he said, taking the vase from my hands. I closed my eyes and reached in, feeling the sharp edges of the folded paper scratch against my skin. I dug down to the bottom. I kissed the paper before opening it up.

Gabe’s eyes, blue like a midwinter sky, were wide and his smile generous. I felt bubbly inside, like I’d had a glass of champagne. “What does it say?” he asked. “What are we doing?”

I cleared my throat, pausing purposefully. Gabe bounced the mattress impatiently, which made me laugh. “Come on!” he said. “Tell me.”

I read it out loud, and Gabe cheered like we’d won the lottery. Then he pushed me back against the mattress. I laughed again as he kissed me all over.

“I love you more than life itself,” I said.

“Ditto,” he said. “You are my forever.”

We cast the vase aside and tangled our bedsheets again. Then Gabe grabbed a permanent black marker and wrote Tegan & Gabe’s Jar of Spontaneity on the vase’s crystal-clear surface.