14
CAMPBELL
I wanted to rush after her.
I wanted to apologize for kissing her. I hadn’t intended to do it at all. In fact, I promised myself that I’d give her as much space as she needed. Then, as she stood there on the rooftop, everything flooded back. She gave me a song about my mom, and in a matter of seconds, with her dark hair flying from the rooftop wind, I knew that another was brewing about a girl on a rooftop at night. And I hadn’t been able to stop myself from kissing her.
So, I couldn’t regret it.
Even if I had royally f****d it all up.
“Stop looking so glum,” Hollin said, dropping another drink in front of me.
It was Thursday night and the band had arrived that morning. They promised to drive out to the winery for a drink and to discuss our next move. I figured I should
