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352 pages, Paperback
First published March 29, 2022
While all towns have their ghosts, Rainwater’s were special.

To my fifteen-year-old self—I hope you’d be proud of what your idea became. And not too surprised by how much gayer it is.
“I saw you walking with her earlier and you were staring up at her like she paints the stars in the sky every night.”
Finch Chamberlin


Selena grinned. Even just seeing her here, like this, with her too-big school uniform and a pencil still stuck behind her ear made Selena’s chest ache with warmth.
Selena St. Clair


“Anyway, enough about Kyra. I was listening to music while I jogged last night and I thought Hey, this song makes me think of Finch, so I went looking for a piano cover and I found one.”
Finch stood like a statue, the warmth of Selena’s hands sinking into her skin until it seemed as if her entire body were flaring with pink. She laughed nervously, unsure of what else to do.
Selena’s warm, minty breath tickled her cheek. Finch’s skin was typically so cold, but now she was on the verge of breaking a sweat.
She almost didn’t realize Selena was lifting her until she spun her around. Finch shrieked, half in terror, before dissolving into giggles.
For a moment, they just looked at each other, still grinning and warm, studying each other’s faces. Finch’s gaze involuntarily fell on Selena’s lips, faintly parted and painted berry-red.
Warmth blossomed in her chest.
Selena’s eyes, typically so sharp, softened.

Selena was already laughing, tugging Finch closer to her and smiling wider than Finch had ever seen. She kissed her on the mouth, then all over her face, hands all over her at once as she laughed through each kiss.