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For a moment, our bodies were mere centimeters apart. Finn smelled like what I dreamed the perfect man would. Like wood and spice and a burning flame.
I should have been thankful for the interruption. Instead, my jaw clenched at Naomi’s transfer of attention. I was going to have to share her. That shouldn’t have annoyed me.
Crushing was fun and one of my favorite pastimes.
Her lack of clothing and decision to stand in the cold bugged me far more than it should.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t figure out how to flirt without cringing.
If Lincoln was far gone, I was right there with him.
Damn, if he kept doing that, he’d get me to do whatever he wanted.
Who knew a kneeling man lacing skates could be so hot? Not me. I was glad I learned today, though.
I tried my best not to picture him gripping other parts of my body, but damn, his hands would look ten times better around my neck.
I shook my head. “No, they’re perfect.” And I think, in a way, you might be too.
Naomi could shove a knife in my gut, and I’d remain unbothered. She didn’t know how much she already had a hold on me.
Smile for her? Fuck. Whatever she wanted, I’d give it to her. I'm willingly wrapped around her finger.
“I think the lock is fine. Specific enough to get her to understand you like her.”
“Oh, you are. If the puppy dog eyes weren’t enough, helping her do even the smallest of things is.
“Kiss me up here,” she pleaded. “Please, kiss me on my lips.” I think I liked begging. I wondered if old Finn did.
“You’re the first and only person who made me feel safe since I woke up,” Finn said. “I was terrified and alone and then I went into your stream and heard your voice and my body reacted. It knew you and trusted you instantly. I couldn’t lose you.
wanted her to long only for me because I’d never get on my knees for anyone other than her. Only her. I’d worship only her.
It took the right kind of guy to fuck you like you came from the streets but kiss you like he was your knight in shining armor. Finn Howard was that guy.
Note to self: buy a silk pillowcase. That would make her more comfortable sharing my bed.
As long as I lived and breathed, no one would make her feel like she had to act a certain way to be accepted.
“He’s officially whipped, folks,” Lincoln announced
