Before I get far, Finn has an arm hooked around me, stopping me in my tracks. I struggle with a grunt, but he easily herds me back two steps so my back is pressed against the cool wooden frame of the gazebo, his big hands planted on either side of my head. A pine garland wrapped with silver tinsel blocks us from view. My chest rises and falls with each breath as we stare each other down, and my heart skips a beat. “What are you doing? Let me out of here. I want to go take a long hot bath and get out of these dirty clothes.” Finn’s deep brown eyes flare with heat. He holds my gaze, then drops
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