She shifted a little at Cory’s touch, feeling her cheeks betray her by instantly coloring up.
“Sorry,” Cory said, immediately withdrawing his hand. “I know it’s wrong to touch without asking. Please, don’t be mad at me. I won’t do it again.”
Savannah peeked up at the young man from under her pale eyelashes as he slid from the edge of the bed that he’d been sitting on. She bit her bottom lip nervously, then said softly before he could flee downstairs, “It felt kind of nice. I...I don’t mind if you want to keep petting my hair. My Mom used to do that when I was a little girl. Maybe it will help me sleep?”
Cory paused, then smiled at her with a warmth that made butterflies turn pinwheels in her chest. “Alright. I’ll stay for a little bit, but then I’m going to go downstairs to sleep. Maybe
