Caleb rested a hand gently on my shoulder. He smiled down and looked at me.
I braced myself for bad news.
“I think you fell asleep,” he said.
I sighed, so relieved. He wasn’t leaving after all.
I looked around, saw my open journal on my lap and snapped it closed. I felt my cheeks flush, hoping he hadn’t read any of it. Especially the part about my feelings for him.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It was still night, and the fire was still going, although it was down to embers. He must have just woken, too. I wondered how long I had been asleep.
“Sorry,” I said. “It’s the first I’ve slept in days.”
He stood there, staring down at the fire, and his smile slowly faded as he seemed to become lost in his thoughts. As he looked into the flames, his face was lit with a warm glow, making him
