“Holden, you can’t say stuff to me like that. You know this is crazy. We just met.” She turns around to grab my shirt and pull it back on before adding, “This isn’t some romantic fairytale. This is you, finger-banging me in the back of your truck. You’re thinking with your dick and letting it cloud your better judgment—” “Aria, stop. You don’t get to tell me how I feel. I’ve meant every fucking word I’ve said. You’re right; I’m extremely attracted to you, and I want nothing more than to bend you over right now and fuck the sass right out of you, but more than that, I never want to let you go.”
