Jace:
Outside, the storm raged. Rain hammered the rusted roof of the abandoned boathouse. Thunder rolled across the bay, shaking the old beams overhead. Inside… Wrapped beneath one faded beach blanket in the back seat of my Camaro… The rest of the world disappeared. For one night… It was just us.
Calla slept against my chest, her breathing slow and even. Every so often another clap of thunder would rumble overhead, and she'd shift a little closer without even realizing it. I smiled. I always hated storms. Not because I was scared of them. I just hated feeling out of control. Funny. I'd spent the last few weeks throwing myself headfirst into one.
My hand drifted through the ends of her damp hair. Slowly. Carefully. Like if I moved too fast, she'd disappear. I'd imagined this moment more
