Chapter 12
Kate buried her head into Caleb’s side, her soft, warm arm draped over his waist as her finger traced circles against his chest. It was how he wanted to fall asleep every night and how he wanted to wake every morning. Thinking about spending the next fifty-seven years of his life like this didn’t scare him like it once did. But the fact that it didn’t, terrified him.
It also made him sad, because he didn’t think his brother ever got to experience anything like this, and knowing true happiness with another was something for every person’s bucket list.
He ran his hand up and down her back, loving the way it made her snuggle into him. She took his wrist in her hand, running the pad of her thumb across the tattooed bike and the words Keep Moving.
“Tell me about this,” Kate said.
