Family dinner. Seven-thirty sharp. Tie optional. Straight-jacker required.

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

Just make sure you're gone by the time we get to Miles's. It creeps me out to see you sitting in his lap without his permission.

And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close, and his eyes so deep, that I can't help but lift my fingers to his smooth, sculptured cheek. Then without even thinking, I close my eyes, lean in, and kiss him.

Damen, seriously, you must know I don't love you because you're immortal, I love you because you're you.

He stops in his tracks, face expressing major disappointment. "Wait - seriously? That's it? We don't get to do a stealthy tiptoe as we slip around back? No sneaking through a cracked window, or arguing over who gets to crawl through the dogie door to let the other one in?

The love of every single one of my lives.