I circled the hood, already missing the warmth of Callum's hand. His trembling fingers stilled the second I took them in mine, and his resulting grin triggered an equally large one that hurt my cheeks. All this goofy smiling probably made me look like a dumbass, but I didn't care. Life, being alive, being me, was good, and I so desperately wanted to keep it that way.

"So you didn't have any part in this?" I asked.

"A little." The wind fanned his bed-head even more as ...