BECCA’S POVThe walk back to the Elite Hostel was a recitation of Psalm 23 and the pounding of my own heart. When I pushed open the door to Josh’s room, I expected to find him gone, or perhaps brainstorming. Instead, I found him sitting on the couch in his bedroom, the gas burner turned off.He looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "You didn't go?""The Spirit didn't lead me there, Josh," I whispered, my voice trembling but certain. "He led me back here. To the things we've probably overlooked, so man up and let's brainstorm solutions together."Josh stood up slowly. The vulnerability in his face was a physical weight. He reached out, his hand trembling as he cupped my jaw. For a second, the world narrowed down to the scent of ginger and the heat radiating off his skin. He leaned in, his shadow swallowing me.I felt the pull—the human need to be held in a storm. He didn't wait. He pulled me in, the "KING’S COURT" hoodie bunching be
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