Muscle Memory

Declan

The ride operator, a teenager who looked bored out of his mind, waved us forward. "Three?"

"Yes," Avery said quickly.

We climbed into one of the rocket ships, Noah squeezing between us on the bench seat. The space was tight, forcing Avery and me closer than we'd been in years. Her shoulder pressed against mine as she helped Noah buckle his safety belt.

"You ready, prince?" I asked.

"So