CHAPTER 17 | Holly
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Just go ahead and indulge, I think, splashing cold water from the bathroom sink onto my face. Sadly, it does jack all to cool me down. Why not indulge? It isn’t like you haven’t been thinking about it.
Way more than you should.
I frown at my damp reflection. Coming in from the Bronco, I’d gone straight to the bathroom, planning the coldest shower I could get. Only it ended up backfiring because I got a really good look at myself in the mirror—tangled hair, faintly swollen lips, starry eyes. There wasn’t a cold enough shower in the world that would fix this. I want him.
“Ugh,” I mutter, resisting the urge to bang my head against the wall. What is it about this guy? Why do I keep...lingering?
I grab a fluffy towel from the shelf, and dry my face. I should fe
