Half his face was pressed against mine, his thick lashes brushing lightly across my cheek.
He didn't seem to notice anything off about it.
I turned my head to get a read on his expression, and our eyes met right at that moment.
There was a fire burning in his gaze. His voice came out low and rough, almost teasing. "You like it?"
"L-like what?"
"The outfit. That pink set from earlier."
Holden was dead serious, but my face was on fire.
"You don't like it? Piper said you like 'em freaky, so I figured—"
And just like that, he threw his sister under the bus.
So that explained his weird behavior earlier.
Holden held my gaze and said, slow and deliberate, "I never played games with Quinn Holloway. And I never liked her, not even once.
"All that stuff on the confession page, none of it
