Candace

My heart hammers as my lips slide over Hollis’s. He tastes even stronger than he smells, like a winter day I’m watching through a window. My heart flutters. My stomach clenches.

Hollis pulls back. His eyes are wide, pupils nearly swallowing green iris. “We can’t.”

Right. My mark sears, and I drop my gaze. We were just talking about all the reasons why we can’t do this. Who it will hurt.

“Not here.” He takes my hand.

Bright, burning hope ...