He was looking.
 
 He pushed her to her knees.
 
 The gun was out.
 
 He looked up, right at me.
 
 And he smiled—my chest squeezed.
 
 I’d forgotten.
 
 I’d forgotten!
 
 Bam!
 
 I jerked upright. Someone was screaming.
 
 It was bloodcurdling.
 
 “Hey.” A soothing hand. Down my hair. “Hey. Hey, Bailey. Baby.”
 
 Whispered and frenzied kisses.
 
 I was rolled over.
 
 There was still screaming. More shaking.
 
 Then sobbing. Hiccups.
 
 It was me.
 
 I was the one screaming.
 
 “Bailey!” I was pushed down, and a body came over me.
 
 I froze, the same panic as before. My fists were up. I was fighting. Shoving.
 
 I had to get free.
 
 I had to get my—
 
 “Bailey!”
 
 A mouth came down over me.
 
 It was Kash.
 
 That was him.
 
 It was his mouth kissing me.
 
 That got through.
 
 Everything quieted, except there was a pounding. A thumping sound.
 
 I gasped as Kash lifted his mouth. He ran a hand down my face, a face that was sweating.
 
 Sweat mixed with tears.