My voice rough.
Honest.
“I’m just trying to make sure I don’t crash into you at a hundred miles an hour.”
And God help me?—
I wasn’t sure if I meant it as a warning.
Or a promise.
My hand was still wrapped around hers.
Somewhere between the fight and the kiss and the almost-too-much of it all… we’d never let go.
Our fingers were laced tight like we were both afraid the other might disappear.
The night hummed around us — muffled bass from inside, traffic down the street, late-summer air thick and warm and alive.
My heart was still hammering.
So was hers.
I could feel it through her palm.
Fast.
Wild.
Like we were both standing on the edge of something dangerous.
One wrong step and we’d go straight over.
Hook up.
Burn out.
Wake up strangers.
I didn’t want that.
God, I didn’t want that.
I wanted more than sheets and sweat and a name I forgot in the morning.
This girl…
She didn’t make me feel hungry.
She made me feel alive.
Like every nerve ending had been plugged into an outlet.
Erin had been comfort.
Cookies. Cocoa. Safe.
Sage?
