He was that close... and all these feelings came rushing back to me. It was like we were back in Ryan's car, all that blood rushing through me head as I thought of what could happen.
And he's not rushing away, not reacting.
I'd thought about this for so long. And I lean in, and I whisper if he wants a brew.
Because I'm with Jackson, and he's straight, he's with Scarlett and Holly's a smackhead and it's all very complicated and we are too good as friends to even think of going there again.
But I can't stop thinking about it.
So I get up, head into the garage and make the tea and we talk about what to do with Holly.
It's better off this way, it really is.
But sometimes, I just wish...