HOLLY'S POV

"And how exactly do I use you, Zeke?" I tilted my head, my words cold, but my heart was pounding in my chest, threatening to give me away.

He didn’t flinch. Instead, he lifted his hands and wrapped them gently around mine, his touch warm.

"You said you wanted to feel me again. Sober. I can give you that, Holly," he murmured. "All of me. I’ll make sure you remember every second of it."

I watched as he pressed a kiss to the back of my hand, slowly, his lips warm against my ...