I shake my head, lips pressed together. “You can, but you’ll be single, fake and otherwise.”

He laughs, leaning into me. “Come on. We came all the way out here.”

“I know, but you seem to forget that I’m from a place called the Sunshine State where we have warm beaches and flat land.”

“Which is exactly why you should go in,” he says. “Once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

And I know he’s right. Hell, one of the things I love about him is the way he gets me to do things I’d never do otherwise, or, you know, don’t really want to. It’s cute, and it’s starting to feel like we’re one of those couples that really grows into each other.

He smiles at me, voice dropped low as he says, “Do it for the Diary?”

Finally, I sigh and say, “Okay, but if I go into shock, you have to fish me out. Deal?”

He grins, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. “Deal. I’ll do the countdown.”

And God, I don’t want to jump. I want to stand at the ledge like a coward and hate my life. But this is important. We’re at Step 8: The Fall. This is the part where we give in to love and let our lives fall into each other. It’s about trust and passion, and what better way to prove it than jumping off a cliff together into freezing-cold water, right?

He pulls me forward, leading me to the edge. I don’t know how high up we are. Thirty feet? Forty? Hell, it could be three thousand at this rate.

“Three,” he says, and I try to focus on the sound of his voice, that soft, familiar tone I’ve been drowning in. I want to keep drowning in it. I want it to overtake me instead of the water lapping the rocks below.

“Two.”

And I swallow my fear, force it down faster than a fall from these rocks. I love him. I need to trust him. I need to surrender myself completely.

One.

And we jump, our bodies hurtling toward the water like a meteor crashing toward Earth. And then we explode into a world of sharp needles. The cold yanks the breath out of my lungs, and I choke, kicking and trying to find the surface, but I’m too disoriented to feel anything.

I’m gonna die. This is it. It’s over.

And then my face breaks the surface, and I realize Drew’s arm is around my waist, keeping me up.

I splutter, my teeth chattering as I say, “Cold.”

And Drew laughs, our legs hitting each other as we tread water, but I want to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me. This is a scene straight out of a movie. Hell, it’s a scene straight out of my wildest fantasies.