can see it in his eyes and hear it behind his words. It’s something I know deep down I want, but can’t have.
Trying to keep the wall around my heart up, I playfully smack his chest and let out a high-pitched giggle as if he tickled me instead of turned me on.
“I’m fine, Holden. I just miss my girls.” He is clearly not buying the fake smile I have plastered on my face; he knows be too well. His gaze is locked on mine, waiting for me to break and admit that I am a mess inside and need him to help hold me together.
“So...” I begin nervously, looking anywhere but those sexy, possessive eyes. “When is Bridgette getting here?” I change the subject, trying to get the image of throwing myself in his arms and taking him right here on the floor out of my mind.
Holden never breaks his steamy gaze from me, seemingly trying to see into my soul. He slowly steps towards me as if he wants to make sure I know that whatever he is about to do or say is sincere. He takes my hand in his again, but this time pulls me closer so that we are almost touching. He folds his fingers slowly into mine, his lips turning up slightly at the corner of his mouth with a slight grin. His actions are so confusing and arousing at the same time, I can do nothing but let out a surprised laugh. My breathing picks up and I look up into his eyes again, not knowing what has come over him. “She’s not coming, Camryn.” He brushes a loose curl away from my face and twirls it around his finger. “We decided it isn’t going to work out between us.”
“Why? What happened?” I ask, truly shocked they broke up. I thought they were just getting back on track now that we were all living back in the city again. A part of me is surprisingly doing cartwheels with excitement, but I try to shut that voice out. Holden being in a relationship with someone else is what always makes me feel like the time we spend together is more platonic. This changes everything for us, and he knows it. My thoughts are shooting in a thousand directions at the possibilities and problems this new predicament has ahead for us.
Holden is still holding my hand with his body pressed against mine, looking at me in a way that makes my heart both race and fill with fear. “I guess she just realized my heart isn’t in it. She was just someone to help pass the time and she knew it.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” No I’m not. Wait, yes, yes I am sorry . I want Holden to have a girlfriend. I like us the way we are. Now all the dirty thoughts I have about him take on a whole new meaning, and I’m not ready for that. I’m not even divorced yet. I still love Marcus. After all that we’ve been through together, I can’t ever imagine not loving him in some way.
“I’m not.” His voice is low and husky. He draws his face closer to mine, our mouths only inches apart. “I’m really not sad about it at all.” No, no, not now, not here. He places his hand gently on my face, making me feel things in places I didn’t know existed anymore. All of my hesitations from moments before are drowned out with the look of ardor in his eyes.
“Holden, you’re here! Yay! Let me get Dave and we can all have a pre-party cocktail. You know how I love my pre-party cocktails!” Always perfect timing. Jess is out of the room just as quickly as she came in.
Holden laughs and shakes his head, finally backing away with a devilish grin, knowing the moment is lost. “That girl has impeccable timing. Guess the party is getting started a little early.” He walks over to the bar, getting out a few glasses for the four of us. “When will everyone else be getting here?”
How is he able to switch modes so quickly? My body is in a frenzy of confusion and desire. I want so badly to push the desire away, but every time he looks at me, it bubbles up uncontrollably. “The girls should be here any minute, and everyone else should be here around one,” I answer, trying to distract my impetuous thoughts.
He
Trying to keep the wall around my heart up, I playfully smack his chest and let out a high-pitched giggle as if he tickled me instead of turned me on.
“I’m fine, Holden. I just miss my girls.” He is clearly not buying the fake smile I have plastered on my face; he knows be too well. His gaze is locked on mine, waiting for me to break and admit that I am a mess inside and need him to help hold me together.
“So...” I begin nervously, looking anywhere but those sexy, possessive eyes. “When is Bridgette getting here?” I change the subject, trying to get the image of throwing myself in his arms and taking him right here on the floor out of my mind.
Holden never breaks his steamy gaze from me, seemingly trying to see into my soul. He slowly steps towards me as if he wants to make sure I know that whatever he is about to do or say is sincere. He takes my hand in his again, but this time pulls me closer so that we are almost touching. He folds his fingers slowly into mine, his lips turning up slightly at the corner of his mouth with a slight grin. His actions are so confusing and arousing at the same time, I can do nothing but let out a surprised laugh. My breathing picks up and I look up into his eyes again, not knowing what has come over him. “She’s not coming, Camryn.” He brushes a loose curl away from my face and twirls it around his finger. “We decided it isn’t going to work out between us.”
“Why? What happened?” I ask, truly shocked they broke up. I thought they were just getting back on track now that we were all living back in the city again. A part of me is surprisingly doing cartwheels with excitement, but I try to shut that voice out. Holden being in a relationship with someone else is what always makes me feel like the time we spend together is more platonic. This changes everything for us, and he knows it. My thoughts are shooting in a thousand directions at the possibilities and problems this new predicament has ahead for us.
Holden is still holding my hand with his body pressed against mine, looking at me in a way that makes my heart both race and fill with fear. “I guess she just realized my heart isn’t in it. She was just someone to help pass the time and she knew it.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” No I’m not. Wait, yes, yes I am sorry . I want Holden to have a girlfriend. I like us the way we are. Now all the dirty thoughts I have about him take on a whole new meaning, and I’m not ready for that. I’m not even divorced yet. I still love Marcus. After all that we’ve been through together, I can’t ever imagine not loving him in some way.
“I’m not.” His voice is low and husky. He draws his face closer to mine, our mouths only inches apart. “I’m really not sad about it at all.” No, no, not now, not here. He places his hand gently on my face, making me feel things in places I didn’t know existed anymore. All of my hesitations from moments before are drowned out with the look of ardor in his eyes.
“Holden, you’re here! Yay! Let me get Dave and we can all have a pre-party cocktail. You know how I love my pre-party cocktails!” Always perfect timing. Jess is out of the room just as quickly as she came in.
Holden laughs and shakes his head, finally backing away with a devilish grin, knowing the moment is lost. “That girl has impeccable timing. Guess the party is getting started a little early.” He walks over to the bar, getting out a few glasses for the four of us. “When will everyone else be getting here?”
How is he able to switch modes so quickly? My body is in a frenzy of confusion and desire. I want so badly to push the desire away, but every time he looks at me, it bubbles up uncontrollably. “The girls should be here any minute, and everyone else should be here around one,” I answer, trying to distract my impetuous thoughts.
He
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