Five months ago Jace Holden caught me with my hand in my underwear in a wine cellar at our parents’ engagement party.
He watched me finish. Talked me through it. Called me stepsister while I came.
I went back to college and touched myself to the memory of his voice every night for five months.
Now it’s winter break. Our parents left an hour ago. I’m standing in his kitchen pretending I’m not shaking.
He walks in behind me while I’m pouring water. His chest hits my back and his hands land on the counter on either side of me, caging me in. I go rigid.
“Missed you, princess.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You’re trembling.” His mouth touches the back of my neck. Not a kiss. Just his lips resting there. Warm. “You’ve been trembling since you walked in.”
“Get off me, Jace.”
His hand slides do
