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 ...