Holland's POV
Ever since we kissed that day, a lot of kissing had been happening and not just kissing. We've been doing a whole lot more but Kasteil never let it go further.
Right now, we were parked somewhere quiet, the world outside reduced to dim streetlights and shadows sliding across the windows. He had lowered the car seat until it was almost flat, turning it into something that felt close to a bed. I was lying on top of him, my head resting against his chest, my leg hooked loosely over his thigh. His arm was around my waist.
I sighed dramatically, more out of habit than intention, my fingers absentmindedly playing with his hand. I traced the lines of his palm, brushed over his knuckles, slipped my fingers between his. He let me, his thumb moving in slow, soothing circles against my skin.
"Wanna tell me what's up?" he asked.
His voice was calm, low, the kind of voice that made it hard to lie convincingly.
