Christie

The next morning, I reluctantly crawled out of bed. The last thing I needed was Dad and Sarah both worrying about me at the same time.

My head throbbed, and every time I closed my eyes, I felt Colton’s body hovering over me and his soft lips pressed against mine, moving so tenderly.

I washed up quickly, slipped on a big tee and casual shorts, and dragged myself downstairs, my heart doing a nervous dance in my chest.

Both of them were already at the table. Caleb was nursing what I assumed was coffee, looking broody and tired. The smell of Sarah’s coffee beans wafted through the air as...