Colt escorted Holly to her hotel room and stood with his hands in his pockets, shuffling his feet on the floor like a nervous prom date. “So… the party was great.”
“Oh, yeah. Yeah. It was.” Holly bit the inside of her lip. “Sooo… You were really a… ya know?”
Colt blushed. “Yeah. Stupid, right?”
Reaching to lace her fingers in his hand, she swung his arm back and forth. “No. It’s nice.”
“This is silly. We’ve been acting like two lame-ass teenagers.”
“Sort of. I haven’t had much experience with men. It’s nice to know we can explore things together.”
Colt sighed a breath of relief. “I was really afraid you would think I was lame. It’s different for guys. We’re expected to be macho all the time. I just never wanted to be ‘that guy’.”
Holly rolled up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek,
