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"What?!" I scoff. "What the hell does my locket have anything to do with this?! I'm not on drugs again if that's what you're asking."
"Just, open the locket."
Fed up with the games, I angrily unclip the necklace and take the small heart into my hands. It takes a couple seconds but I manage to get enough of a grip on it to open it. When I see what's inside, I freeze.
"You have got to be kidding me."
Chapter 15
Istay completely still, looking down at the small locket in my hands and gawking. On one side is a picture of Holden and I from a party last year. On the other, is a piece of paper with tiny lettering – Be Mine Again?
"You mean, I've had the answer all along?" I ask, causing him to smile brightly.
"Mhm."
"Is that what you whispered in Jo's ear at the arcade?"
He gets up from the bed, wearing only his boxers, and takes a step closer. "Mhm."
"Who else knew?"
"Everyone. Well, except Dawson and Skylar. They would have told you, and I wanted to see how long you would go without knowing."
My eyes narrow. "It was a test?"
"No. My plan was for you to open it at dinner, but you didn't so I decided to wait until you did."
Looking back down at the locket, I shake my head in disbelief. For almost a week now, I've been trying to figure out what all this means. Meanwhile, what I needed was hanging around my neck. I don't know if I want to kiss him, or slap him.
"You're an ass, you know that?"
He smirks. "Is that a no?"
"No, it's not a no."
He closes the distance between us and gently takes the necklace from my hands, closing and clipping it back in place. I find myself just staring up at him, unable to move. Once he's done, he moves one hand to my cheek and the other slides down my arm. My heart starts to pound.
"Kayleigh, being without you this summer was the hardest thing I’ve had to do in a very long time. You are so much more important to me than you realize. So, I'm asking you, please be my girlfriend again?"
I can't help but get emotional, knowing this is all I've wanted since two weeks after he dropped me off at rehab – when I finally came to my senses. No matter how strong of a guard I put up, it's never mattered when it comes to him. He's my favorite person.
"Of course." I reply.
The widest smile spreads across his face, causing his dimples to show and his eyes light up. It only lasts for a second, before he's pulling me into him and kissing me passionately. His hand grips the lower part of my back, while his other slides to the back of my neck. I wrap my arms around him, realizing that no matter how tightly I squeeze, it's still not close enough.
Our tongues move together in an intricate dance, fighting for dominance and control – a fight he always manages to win. He breaks the kiss just long enough to pull my shirt and hoodie over my head and toss them behind him onto the floor. Slowly, he drags his hands over my bra and down my stomach, all the way to the waistline of my sweatpants. Teasing and tantalizing, he moves slowly – giving me every opportunity to stop him, but I don't dare.
"Jump." He murmurs against my mouth.
My body obeys like it was made to do whatever he wants. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist as he carries me over to the wall like it's nothing. Once he places my back against it, he grinds himself against me. His hardening length is straining beneath the thin material of his boxers. Despite it only being our underwear, there is way too much clothing between us.
Holden kisses his way across my cheek, stopping and nibbling lightly on my earlobe before moving down to my neck. His lips and tongue work together to massage my sweet spot. It's as if he remembers every single thing about my body.
Taking one hand off my ass, he reaches for the door and slams it shut, locking it in the process. He pushes off the wall, carries me to the bed, and lays me down gently beneath him. I run my nails down his back, just enough for him to feel it. The moan that escapes him reminds me of all the other times we've been in this exact position.
Kissing down my chest, he stops just before removing my bra. His eyes look to me for any indication that I don't want this, but all he finds is a look of both want and need staring back at him. He undoes each of the three hooks, before carefully sliding it down my arms and leaving it to join the rest of my clothes on the floor.
"You're so beautiful." He breathes as he gazes down at me from above.
