Resting my forehead against hers, I say, "I don't think you're ready for your last first kiss, pretty girl." I place a chaste kiss on her forehead before I let her go. As she stands there, eyes locked on mine, I can't tell what she's thinking. "Holden—" I start walking backward, effectively cutting off her response. I'm either going to see her tomorrow, or I won't. She either feels me running through her veins the same way I feel her, or she doesn't. It's as simple as that. I put my cards on the table, and I'm playing for keeps. Aria Montgomery will be my everything, or she will be nothing.
