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Bree was unsure why she still held Caleb’s hand. She had only intended to help him up, considering she was the one who had caused him to fall into the water in the first place. But her hand had felt so right in his, and she couldn’t bear to let go. Though she really should. The longer she held on, the more conflicted she would become. Bree was already feeling like she’d just stepped off the Tilt-A-Whirl, her head spinning, not quite sure which way was up or down.
So what? They’d kissed once—or a lot, depending on whose definition they were using. And they seemed to continually gravitate toward each other. And now he wanted to walk her home, and she was more than willing to let him.
But none of it meant anything, right?
As they walked across the sand, she noticed Caleb looking nervou
