~Jeremy’s POV~

The balcony door clicked shut behind us as I closed it, and for a moment I just stood there, holding her. Her breath was warm against my collarbone, her fingers still tangled in my shirt like she didn’t trust I was real. Or maybe she didn’t trust I’d stay.

God.

Having her in my arms again was a feeling I wasn’t prepared for.

I pressed her gently against the doorframe, not meaning to pin her—just needing the closeness, the grounding. She looked up at me with wide, overwhelmed eyes, lips swollen from where I’d kissed her too hard on the balcony.

I almost kissed her again. But then,...