“Hey, Gerard?” “Yeah, Claire?” “You’re still holding my hand.” “I know.” A shiver rolled through him, and he tightened his hold on my hand. “Sorry. It’s just…holding your hand makes me feel better.” “It does?” “Yeah.” He watched me cautiously. “Is that okay?” “Yep.” I beamed at him. “You can hold my hand forever.” “You promise?” “Uh-huh.” I yawned, feeling sleepy. “I promise.”
