“We can be friends, but I can’t do anything more. I can’t do that to Kason. I just…” I can’t. Holden shifts in front of me, and the sudden heat of his palm cupping the back of my neck sends my eyes flying open. Only the second they do—my gaze colliding with his once again—I realize my mistake. Because now I can’t unsee the look in his eyes. The honesty and vulnerability in them is disarming. “And I can’t just be your friend, Nix. I don’t know how.”
