I’m a bundle of nerves waiting to combust. All the momentum I built up on Saturday night has officially evaporated into thin air, like steam fogging up my windows and then suddenly clearing. My one night to reset wasn’t enough. I need a repeat, and I need it stat. Like clockwork, my thoughts drift back to Holden, who offered himself up on a silver platter to me. But I don’t know if it’s worth it to screw up our already complicated relationship.
