I run my hand up and down my arm, trying to erase the goose bumps. "Why?"
He shrugs, kicking the toes of his shoes at the dirt. "You always look like you're thinking deeply... Are you cold?"
"I'm okay," I say through chattering teeth, wishing I hadn't left my jacket in the cab. "It's just a little bit chilly."
He reaches around to the back of his neck and pulls the collar of his shirt over his head, taking it off. The black t-shirt he has on underneath rides up a little and I catch a glimpse of the jagged scars on his lower abs.
Tugging down the bottom of his shirt, he stretches his arm out to me with his thermal shirt in his hand. "Here, put this on."
"You don't have to give me your shirt."
"But I want to."
Hesitantly, I take it and the fabric is soft against my fingertips. I pull it over my head as Kayden runs his hands through his hair. The shirt dwarfs me and I feel small.
"Better?" he asks as I insert my arms through the sleeves.
I nod, wrapping my arms around myself, enjoying the warmth, and the smell of his cologne. "Thank you, but aren't you going to get cold?"
He smiles like he finds me amusing. "I'll be okay, Callie. I promise. A little cold air is nothing."
"Callie!" Seth hollers and I jump, whirling toward the cliff with the flashlight darting across the rocks. "Get your ass up here and write something poetic."
I sigh and trudge toward the cliff with the light pointing just in front of my feet. The circle of light shows the way around the rocks and to the base of the cliff.
"Toss me your flashlight," Seth yells with his hands around his mouth. "I'll point it at you while you climb up."
"If you miss it, it'll break," I call out, standing up on my tiptoes.
"Just do it," he says in his silly, drunk voice as he skips from side to side on the ledge, swinging his arms.
I'm worried he's going to fall. "Be careful!"
Kayden moves up beside me with his hand held out to the side. "Here give it to me. I'm an excellent thrower." I put the flashlight in his palm and he tips his shoulder back, raising his arm. "Go long."
"Huh?" Seth says as Kayden's arm whips forward. He releases the flashlight and it soars through the air like it's a football.
Seth screeches as he sticks his hands out in front of him to catch the flashlight, which flickers like a firefly as it lands in his hands. It bounces out of them, hitting the ground and shuts off.
"Where is he?" I ask as Luke comes up behind us and beams the light at the rock above. It's silent for a moment. The yells and laughter of the party below travel up to us.
Seth pops up from the rock, stretching his arm in the air with the flashlight in his hand. "I got it."
"Maybe you should come down," I advise. "I'm worried you're going to fall."
"Only after you tag the rock." He flips on the flashlight and the glow illuminates across the writing behind him. "Now come on."
I trek up to the rock, roll up the sleeves on Kayden's shirt, and place my hands onto the nearest ridge. Tilting my chin, I look up at the top as I bend my knee and brace it on a lower rock. Bouncing up and down on my toes, I prepare to climb up, but I hear someone move up behind me.
"Let me help you," Kayden whispers in my ear, and for the first time in my life I actually shiver from the nearness of a guy.
"Okay." Since I've never been drunk before, I'm not sure if it's the alcohol relaxing me or what, but even when he places his hands onto my hips, I'm okay. In fact, I'm more than okay.
