** Paige’s POV **

“I wasn’t fair to you,” I whisper. “Before it happened. I was scared and confused. I ran without explaining myself, and then I thought… God, I thought… what if the last thing you remembered from me was rejection?”

His brow furrows, but his hand tightens around mine.

“Are you rejecting me, Paige? Because I remember your kiss,” he says, his voice shaky. “And that didn’t feel like rejection.”

“I saw you that morning, Cal… in ...