"Well, Holden, as fun as this has been, I think my friend is ready to leave. Kristine can’t be mad. She wanted us to meet, we met, now, if you’ll excuse me—" Grabbing my wrist, he stops me from exiting the booth, and I swear it feels like a jolt of electricity runs up my arm and through my veins. My eyes immediately zero in on his hand atop my arm, and for a second, I believe he felt it too, because his eyes are trained to the same spot before they briefly crash back into mine, stealing my ability to move.
