85. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY'S POV His smile deepened. “You didn’t feel it the last time,” he said, his voice rough, tinged with something I couldn’t pin. “You weren’t sober.” I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. “I’m sober now,” I whispered. “I want to feel it. All of it.” I didn’t know what I was asking for. Not really. But at the same time, I did. It was more than his touch, more than the heat radiating from his body. It was the ache I’d been trying to ignore since that night. Before I could make sense of it, my grandmother’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Holly?” The sound of her voice snapped me back to reality, and I pushed myself out of Zeke’s arms so fast it felt like I was escaping. My senses roared to life, and I turned toward the direction of her voice, trying to steady myself. My heart thundered in my chest as I realised what I’d just been about to do. What the hell was I thinking? But the truth was, I wasn’t thinking. I was feeling. Feeling too much, too fast,