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It had been two weeks since the incident with Beatrice-Rose, and almost every day after that, I woke up to the feel of Caleb's fingertips gently caressing my cheek.

  "Hi, Red," he said softly. "Good morning."

  He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and when he leaned closer, hovering over me, a lock of his hair fell over his eyes. "Dreaming of me?"

  He propped his hands on the bed, caging my body, and I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. Green eyes peeked at me from between the strands of his bronze hair.

  I covered my mouth with my uninjured hand, smiling up at him.

  He sat back, his lips stretching into an amused smile as he absently brushed my hair from my eyes.

  "I've kissed you so many times in the morning. I already know what your morning breath smells like."

  I groaned, turning my face away from him as he tried to pry my hand from my mouth.

  "Caleb!" His name came out unintelligible.