“Get off me,” he demands, planting his feet when I try to shove him inside. “What are you doing?!” “Taking you home.” “Where’s home, Nate?” he bites out, throwing back the same question I asked him not so long ago. Holding his wrists with both hands, I move closer until my chest is flush against his, placing his warm hands on both sides of my neck. “It’s wherever I am, Xav.”
