Calla:
The first thing I noticed was the warmth. Not the heat of the Florida sun creeping through the cracks in the old boathouse, not the blanket tangled around us. Him. I blinked slowly, still caught somewhere between dreaming and waking. My cheek rested against Jace's chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath my ear. Strong. Calm. Outside, the storm had finally passed. Rainwater dripped from the old tin roof in slow, rhythmic taps, and the first streaks of dawn painted the sky beyond the dusty warehouse windows in soft shades of pink and orange.
For a moment… I forgot where we were. Then everything came rushing back. The beach festival. Running through the rain. The police. The abandoned boathouse. The conversation. The kisses. The night we'd shared together. I pulled the blanket a litt
