Chapter 27

Derek’s face flashed through my mind. Yes, he could be my guide. He could be the one to show me the way back into that world of emotions, risks, and vulnerability. Because he was, by far, the most sensitive and magnetic man I’d ever met. The way he wore his heart on his sleeve, the way he allowed himself to be fragile in this world full of dangers, made me want to take care of him. He was still that boy I’d known all those years ago, the one I’d never quite forgotten. I’d always kept the memory of his gentleness.

The feeling bubbled up in my heart, and it was as though I’d been drowning, unconscious at the bottom of some blue pool, when suddenly, something had awaken me, and those bubbles, like tiny delicate spheres of hope, were streaming out of me, coming from my own lungs, as I woke and turned my eyes up to the surface.

“Has he mentioned me?” I asked, excited as an awkward teenager. I felt young again. Seventeen. Derek was healing something inside me and he wasn’t even the room.