The morning sun shone brightly as Devon woke up with a headache. He glanced at Fiona, who was still asleep beside him. What happened yesterday? Did I force her? Was I rough? he thought, panic etched on his face. How does he face her now?

“Devon,” Fiona groaned, her hands hugging him tightly. “Do not run away. Stay here for a while.”

What in the world was happening? Just the day before, she did not want to see his face, and now she was clinging to him. What had he done to warrant such a change? He glanced down at her face to see if it was really her. It...