~Jeremy’s POV~

The balcony door clicked shut behind us as I closed it, and for a moment I just stood there, holding her. Her breath was warm against my collarbone, her fingers still tangled in my shirt like she didn’t trust I was real. Or maybe she didn’t trust I’d stay.

God.

Having her in my arms again was a feeling I wasn’t prepared for.

I pressed her gently against the doorframe, not meaning to pin her—just needing the closeness, the grounding. She looked up at me with wide, ...