“Finn . . .” her harsh, whispered breath fluttered across my lips and the blood in my veins rushed at the rough sound. I lifted a corner of my mouth. “Begging for another kiss, love?” “You can kiss my arse, love.” I grinned. “There are worse ways to spend fifteen feet of freedom.” “Get. Off. Me,” she seethed. “Will you be a good little unicorn beam of sunshine and not run?” “Unicorn—” She groaned. “I’ll sit fourteen feet from you.” “Ten, in case you fall backward.” “Are you kidding me?” “No,” I said, quite serious, though I was not. “Why would I fall backward?” I lifted a bored brow. “Pixies
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The banter!!!
