A hand finds my chin, and Holden is there when I open them. His expression is soft and curious. "What are you thinking, Aria?" I don’t know why the following words come out of my stupid mouth, but they do, consequences be damned. "I was thinking about how I want to lick the sweat off your neck." Surprisingly, my admission doesn’t make me blush, I don’t feel stupid or embarrassed, and maybe that’s because the man staring back at me is biting his lip and closing his eyes on a groan before pressing his body against mine, pinning me to the truck. He wants me just as much as I want him.
