“Calista?” he called quietly. “What?” Before I could answer, he slid into bed with me, just like the night before. I wanted to tell him to get lost and to leave me alone after what he had pulled earlier in the evening, but I couldn’t. My anger towards him melted away as he slung his arm around me and nestled his face in my hair. “I’m sorry. I know I was a jerk tonight, and you didn’t deserve that.” “No, I didn’t,” I agreed. I was wide awake now, waiting to hear what he had to say. He shifted beside me, drawing me closer. “You didn’t, and you deserve an explanation. I’m not sure what I’m doing here,” he confessed. “What do you mean?” “With you. We agreed it would be just casual, a no strings attached kind of thing, and I thought I could handle that. But when you flipped the canoe today, and it hit you in the head, I…it was terrifying for me, Calista.”
