It had been two weeks since the incident with Beatrice-Rose, and almost every day after that, I woke up to the feel of Caleb’s fingertips gently caressing my cheek.

“Hi, Red,” he said softly. “Good morning.”

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and when he leaned closer, hovering over me, a lock of his hair fell over his eyes. “Dreaming of me?”

He propped his hands on the bed, caging my body, and I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. Green eyes peeked at me from between the strands of his bronze hair.

I covered my mouth with my uninjured hand, smiling up at him....