Twelve Hours Away

***Marcella***

"Tesoro, stop crying, my love." Kaelen cupped my face gently, his warm lips pressing soft, lingering kisses all over my cheeks and lips. His touch, his scent—everything about him was familiar, comforting, and the thought of losing that, even for a little while, made my chest tighten.

Today was the day I had been dreading. The day he left for LSU.

Twelve hours away.

Twelve hours too