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It was obvious this guy was a football god, Prom King—the Jake Ryan of Santa Cruz.
The sheer fucking perfection of him seized my attention and refused to let go.
He was fucking beautiful. Heart-stoppingly, jaw-droppingly hot. There was no way around it. My eyes, mind, and body all came to the same conclusion and I was helpless to deny it.
After all we’d been through together, I couldn’t allow my heart even the slightest injury. That it was still pumping was asking enough. But goddamn, the second I laid eyes on River Whitmore, my pulse kicked up a notch and a little thrill zipped down my spine. Like a tiny reminder of what it meant to be alive.
My stupid, shriveled little heart felt like it was reaching for everything he was…and that I was not.
My first kiss with a guy. It seemed as if I’d been waiting a lifetime for it and yet the moment was rushing at me like a speeding train.
My pulse pounded. I could feel him all over me—in my mouth and lungs and heart—his kiss a resuscitation.
It was stupid of me to have indulged in him. I was on a strict diet of no emotional complications, and he was an entire damn buffet.
This guy… In that moment I sort of felt bad for anyone who didn’t know Holden and proud that I did. Even if he was going to fucking ruin me.
“So…what? You bought this to teach me a lesson? To rub it in my face?” “I don’t know why I bought it. I wanted to get you something and so I did.” “Why? You’re the one who called shit off, remember?” “Because I fucking can’t stop thinking about you, okay? Every day, all day, every goddamn night. And I wanted to do something. Instead of just sitting around being miserable. But it was obviously a mistake. Our favorite word.” I turned to go. “Toss the book in the trash for all I care.”
“I know you can’t dance,” he said. “That’s the point. You trying to dance is what makes it entertaining for me.” I laughed. “Clubs are not my thing. Too loud. I wouldn’t be able to talk to you.” “Oh my God.” Holden pressed his face against my chest. “It’s been months, Whitmore. You’ve seen me naked a hundred times. There is no need to keep saying sweet, River-esque things to woo me. You did it. I’ve been wooed.”
