NORA

After a shower, I changed into a fresh shirt Caleb had offered me. When I walked back out into the living room, Caleb was already cleaned up, sitting on the large leather couch.

I walked over and sat down right beside him. Without a word, Caleb reached out and pulled me flush against his side, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and holding me close.

"You look good in my shirt," he murmured, his voice vibrating slightly against my shoulder.

A flush warmed my cheeks. "I look good in everything," I said, trying to sound completely confident despite the quickening of my pulse.

Caleb nodded, a slow smile spreading...