"Vous êtse mon soleil." Derick whispered into my hair, pulling me tight against his chest. "High school French was a long time ago," I giggled, softly. "What does that mean?" "You are my sunshine." Suddenly, a tingling sensation rippled through my stomach. Goosebumps danced down my arms. Despite my most vigorous of attempts against it, I'd given my heart to him. I was smitten.