“You’re so fucking beautiful.” My cheeks warm and my heart skips. Words get twisted on my tongue, so I just rise on my toes to kiss his nose. “I’m going to help get the food plated.” I turn away, a smile on my lips. He grabs my hand as I walk away. “I like when you kiss me there.” I bite my lip to hide the ridiculous grin trying to break free. “Finneas Fox, the romantic,” I tease while leaving. “Tell anyone and I’ll kill ’em,” he shouts after me. I laugh, and all I can think is how the hell did we get here?
