-Dean-
A week. I had spent a whole week with Cara in my arms every night, and sometimes part of the day too. She needed time to recover from being shot, but I knew I also provided her with comfort, even if she wouldn’t admit it.
I cherished every moment of it—being so close to her was a dream I had only imagined, and it was hard to believe it was finally coming true. Even now, with her lying next to me in her bed, I still wasn’t sure if it was really real.
I ran my fingers gently down her arm, feeling her warmth through her clothes. We were both fully dressed, but I didn’t care. As long as I had her close, that was all that mattered.
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” I inquired.
Cara lifted her head from my chest to look at me. Her forest green eyes were filled with determination.
“Tomorrow
