**Callan

When Isa flipped her hand over and intertwined our fingers, it took everything in my not to launch myself at her. Our proximity had been driving me crazy for the last few minutes since she stopped crying.

I faltered. She was literally just suffering from a panic attack, so maybe now wasn’t the time to be making these kinds of moves, I told myself.

But my body felt like a slow-motion magnet the way it went to her on ...