“I’m sorry if I woke you up.” I sniffle against his chest, wishing we could stay underneath the protection of his comforter for forever. “Wake me up anytime you need.” I look at him through blurry eyes. I must look like a mess, but Cade doesn’t seem to care. “You mean that?” He nods. His mouth opens like he wants to say something, but he must think better of it because he quickly closes it. It seems like forever until he finally opens his mouth to talk again. “I mean it, Goldie.” Cade Jennings did mean it. He was there for me night after night. When I was a sad child mourning the loss of her
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