“I’m always okay,” he replied warmly, and then he turned his mega-watt smile on me, causing every bone in my body to turn to jelly. “Claire-Bear.” “Hey, Gerard,” I replied, desperately trying to sound nonchalant, even though every nerve-ending in my body sprang to life when he slid onto the bench next to me. Most of last night was a blurry haze, but when I woke up in his arms this morning, it felt different. Deeper.
