Chapter 4

I watched him go, immediately feeling his loss.2

I dozed on the way home. It wasn’t a long trip, maybe fifteen minutes, but the lull of tires on pavement, the soft hum of the quite radio, and Holden’s presence made my slightly high brain too comfortable not to sleep. I woke up only when Holden opened my door and I realized we were home. He wouldn’t let me get down from the truck without his help, even though I tried to push away his hands.

I was self-sufficient. I didn’t need him to help.

Even if the feel of Holden’s hands on my body felt exactly right.

But he made a noise, half-grunt, half-growl, and I let my hands fall. He helped me down, then wrapped an arm around my waist, tucking me into his side. If I hadn’t been so out of it, I wouldn’t have pointed out how well I fit against him. But I was out of it, so I just leaned against him, let him hold me up, and direct us up the steps.