98. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY’S POV. A rollercoaster of Zeke in just two days. I felt bad for Marjorie, but I couldn’t help it. I’d been bent, spanked, and fucked in every corner of the house. The balcony, the room, the kitchen, the living room, and, one night, even the garden. It felt like I’d found my own little heaven. My own place, my safe harbour. But deep down, I knew this was nothing more than a beautiful illusion, too beautiful. It scared me, but I wanted that heat, that fire, more than anything else. And yet, Paris lingered in the back of my mind, along with the reminder of my past mistakes with Zeke. Now, here I was, staring at him as I gripped the cone of my melted ice cream. “Cherry, wait until we get home, huh? You’re still drunk, darling,” he said, his voice low and steady as he shielded me from the prying eyes around the beach near his workplace, Stoned Ice Cream Room. “Drunk? You’re the one who gave me that drink,” I teased, leaning closer to him. A playful smile tugged at m