“You’re…” My voice was faint. “You…” Holt audibly swallowed. “Taylor…” My gaze shot back to him, still wide and dazed. “You’re…” “I can explain,” Holt rasped, his voice throaty with nerves. “Just don’t—” My eyes rolled back in my head. Oh no. It was happening. I was getting the vapours.
lily mayne is such a goddamn genius.
