The moment my eyes landed on him, he lifted his gaze, his eyes locking with mine from across the room. Barely a free moment had passed when I hadn’t thought about seeing him at the hospital and what it felt like to be held in his arms. And those corner kisses—he’d about slayed me with those.
A hum started at my core, swirling in my belly. My pulse gave a funny little jolt. I had meant it when I told him I missed him. Because I had. Everything in my world felt like it was falling in on itself now. The shields I’d built up around my heart were falling away with nothing more than a puff.
I’d only been sixteen years old when the accident happened. I’d been young, full of hope, and madly in love with Caleb. The brutal reality of that accident obliterated my sense of innocence. When I broke up
