Caleb's fingers trace lazy circles on my bare shoulder blade, and I've never felt safer in my entire life.
More home.
We're tangled together in his bed. Our bed now.
The place where everything changed.
Finally, I think I've stopped feeling like just the broken girl from the trailer park.
Because I'm his.
The sheets are soft against my skin, still warm from what we just did.
What we've been doing for hours, really, like we're trying to make up for lost time.
"I can't believe you came back," he murmurs into my hair.