Nico has a dimple in his left cheek too. He laughs easily, and when he does, he closes his eyes and tips his head back and lets the laugh come from somewhere deep, deep inside him. Sometimes he runs a hand through his hair, shaking loose sand and salt, and he stands there by the water all golden and beautiful in the summer sun. He smells like coconut most of the time. Watching him feels like salt water drying out the inside of his mouth, like a wave closing over his head and dragging him down. Nolan used to think that all he needed were the waves.












