Chapter Sixteen
Joey
I stand in front of Holt"s door, as indecision courses through me. I lift my hand to knock, lower it, raise it again, drop it again. What am I even doing here? The f****d-up situation we"ve found ourselves in—no, the one we created, let"s not try to weasel out of this—can"t be resolved with one little talk. I sigh deeply. But it"s not like ignoring it and pretending it"ll go away on its own will work, either. We tried that and look where it got us...kissing, fleeing like children, rinse and repeat.
Suddenly the door opens and Holt is right there, barely a foot away. He"s so close I can feel his body heat. I could lean just the tiniest bit forward and kiss him again if I wanted. Well, I do want, but that"s the problem.
His gorgeous blue eyes open wide, startled. “Jo
