My heart fell to see that Caleb had already turned away. He was leaning gently back against the hay, eyes closed, asleep, a gentle smile on his face, lit by the firelight.
I slid closer to him and leaned back, resting my head inches away from his shoulder. We were almost touching.
And almost was enough for me.
I slid back the door to the barn and squinted at a world covered in snow. White sunlight bounced off of everything. I brought my hands to my eyes, feeling a pain I had never quite experienced: my eyes were absolutely killing me.
Caleb stepped out beside me, as he was finishing wrapping his arms and neck in a thin, clear material. It almost looked like Saran wrap, but it seemed to dissolve in his skin as he put it on. I couldn’t even tell it was there.
“What’s that?”
“Skin wrap
