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  Likes me in my scuffed black boots

  Is a big tipper

  Thinks it's cute how stubborn I am

  Sticks by all his friends

  Has an eight pack

  Knows when to tease me and when to hold my hand

  Helps his buddies out, good at parties

  Loves his mom and takes her advice

  Has been my best friend since I was eight

  Never forgets my birthday

  Knows my favorite movies, my favorite songs

  Understands why Halloween matters to me

  Brings me lattes even when I don’t remember to ask

  Doesn’t mind that I’m perpetually late

  Can make me orgasm three times in a row

  At the last one, my eyes widen, my heart pounding. I fold up the list. "It's quite a list," I tell her, feeling choked up.

  "Yeah, but there's more."

  "Yeah, is there?" I ask her.

  She nods. "Yes. There's one thing on the list I wanted to tell you face-to-face. For a guy to check all the boxes on my list, he'd also have to understand that I get scared a lot.”

  "I understand that," I say. "But I don't think we should leave town because you're scared. I think we should leave town because it's time."

  She nods. "I think you're right.”

  “God, I love you,” I tell her.

  “And I love you.” She beams up at me. “So, what happens next?"

  “You agree to marry me.”

  Her eyes widen and she covers her face as I pull out the diamond ring. “No way, Noah!”

  “Yes way, Lucy. I love you and I don’t want any more adventures without you as my wife.”

  “Oh my god, yes. Yes I will marry you.” She wraps her arms around me so fast I can’t help but laugh. “Hold your horses, woman, let me put this ring on your finger.”

  And even though I’ve held her hand a thousand times, it has never been like this. She is trembling from happiness, and I am too. Shaking but not scared. I’m fucking ready for all our dreams to come true, together.

  "Now that we have that settled,” I say, leaning down. “Let me kiss you again."

  She smiles. "You can kiss me forever."

  And so I do. I pull her close, and I cup her cheek, and I kiss my boo.

  EPILOGUE

  LUCY

  One year later…

  It's been one year since I gave my heart to my boo, and I've never looked back. Not once. Not that we haven't traveled back home to Monday Harbor to visit my aunt and Noah's mom, but the visits were brief and the nights out with the old crew were short. Truth is, Noah and I are always eager to get back to our tree house and relive the first night we made love.

  Now, though, we can do it any time we please, because our apartment is ours. And the fact that it overlooks the beach in Kaneohe Bay in Hawaii is more than a perk. People pay to come here on vacation, and the Navy sent us here to live. It's not the worst place to be stationed in the world. I was terrified of leaving home for the first time after I graduated nursing school, but it turns out I needed to be pushed out of my comfort zone to stop holding onto the past, to stop living in fear and start living for my future. Our future. Noah’s and mine.

  We haven't tied the knot, but that's because we were waiting for today. This particular day: Halloween.

  Some might not think it's the most romantic time of year, but those people are not Noah and me. And in lieu of matching costumes, we decided to go a more traditional route. So, we're in a tuxedo and a wedding dress, on the beach, with our family and friends.

  Jake's here with Sandra. My aunt and the butcher made it, and Noah's mom's here too with a man she's been seeing the last few months.

  It's a small ceremony at a beachfront hotel, but it's beautiful. The ocean glistens before us. The officiant has us exchange our vows, and when we make our promises, we don't mention the checklists. Because we realize it's not about checking the boxes. It's not about being the perfect person. It's about being "the" person. The one person each other needs.

  When Noah slips the ring on my finger, tears fill my eyes, and he tells me not to cry. "It's okay, Lucy," he says, leaning in, brushing the tears away with his thumb.

  I feel so beautiful today, in this flowing white dress, with my veil lifted by the wind.

  We’ve made some homages to Halloween. Noah’s tie is purple with black bats printed on it, and I'm wearing a white dress that has an overlay of lace in the pattern of cobwebs. Cute, but not too kitschy. It's perfectly us.

  When he's told to kiss his bride, Noah leans in close, cupping my cheek, and kissing me ever so softly. I kiss him back, feeling like the luckiest girl in the whole wide world. His mom claps, and Jake is grinning. And I laugh, feeling so dang lucky.

  We didn't need a Halloween party this year. We just needed one another.

  We all go out to dinner at the hotel to celebrate. There's candlelight, and champagne, and fresh seafood, and cake. It's beautiful and delicious. But the truth is I can't keep my hands off of Noah, and he can't keep his hands off of me.

  After we've made enough toasts for one night, we say goodbye to our family and friends, and they whistle, telling us to have fun. "Happy Halloween, lovebirds!" they say. And we laugh, unable to take our eyes off one another.

  We walk through the hotel lobby toward the honeymoon suite. We see partygoers dressed up in their Halloween finest, probably looking for some club on the beach. But we don't let our eyes linger on them. Instead, in the elevator, Noah wraps his arms around me and kisses me hard.

  "God, you look gorgeous!"

  "I can't believe we're married," I say.

  "Fifteen years we waited for this, and now..." he smiles. "And now, it's real."

  "No regrets?" I ask as the elevator doors open.

  "Not one," he says, lifting me up into his arms and carrying me over the threshold of the hotel room.

  He pulls down the zipper of my dress, and I step out of it, laughing as I do. He takes me in, realizing what I’ve done.

  "I can't believe you wore a costume," he says.

  "Really?" I say. "I figured you'd know I was going to do something like this."

  I spin around. I'm in lingerie that makes me resemble a black cat, and from my luggage, I pull out a headband that has cat ears. I turn around, shaking my ass for him, and he sees the black tail that's attached to my black silk panties.

  "So, what do you think?" I say. "Meow?"

  He chuckles, pulling off his clothes, shocking me with what he's wearing. He's not a cat, but he is a mouse. He’s wearing gray boxers, and from his bag he grabs a nose with whiskers.

  "What in the world?" I say, cracking up. "I don't get it. How did you know I'd be a cat?"

  "I thought it was funny, and a good guess. I figured we've been playing cat and mouse all this time. Your checklist, my checklist. Neither of us saying the truth."

  I step toward him, laughing at his gray boxers, and tugging off the whiskers. "You're ridiculous," I tell him.

  He chuckles. "Yeah, but you're stuck with me now, wife."

  He pulls me to bed, and I climb on top of him, purring in his ear.

  "I'm more than your wife," I tell him. "I'm your boo."

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