“Fuck this. Fuck you, Kayce.” I’ve been crawling out of my skin since last night. The way he touched me, so hesitant and uncertain, felt like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and I damn well hate that it’s him. Because none of this makes sense. This is monumentally fucked up, and surely I should be pushing him away. I’m supposed to be halfway back to Crimson Ridge, and yet I can’t seem to unclench my fingers from his fucking hoodie.
