"...I'm sorry." I knew he was talking about what happened earlier today. I hooked my pinky with his, gently swaying it, "I was wrong, Derek. Even now, thinking about it makes my heart race."

"Now you're scared?"

"Yeah... I am." I looked up at him, biting my lip, "When I heard the gunshot, I only had one thought, what would happen to you if I died..."

Before I could finish, he suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace, resting his chin on my head, "At least you have some ...