94. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY'S POV I knew Zeke should’ve gone home. Grandma would be back soon, but I couldn’t move. After coming twice, I was too weak, too tired out to say a word. We both lay there, sprawled naked on my bed, the room thick with the scent of sex and soap. Our clothes were still scattered across the living room floor, but I didn’t care. I held onto him tightly, my legs draped over his, my head resting against his chest. His warmth, his smell, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, it was all so comforting and so addictive. I should’ve drifted off to sleep, but my mind wouldn’t let me. Even with my body exhausted, my thoughts kept circling back to him. The feel of him. The heat of him. His words. His touch. The way he made me come so easily, so completely. It played over and over in my head, again and again, until the restlessness became unbearable. My hand moved on its own, sliding down his chest, lower and lower, beneath the thin duvet that barely covered us. My fingertips brushed