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“Because I’m almost positive you wanted me to kiss you.”
“Kiss me?” I asked as an awkward laugh blurted from my lips.
The left corner of his mouth rose into a half smile, and my heart melted.
“Yes. Kiss you.”
What harm would come from one kiss? As long as my father didn’t find out I was with Finn…alone in his condo. One little kiss. I deserved it, after all.
“Yes,” I barely spoke.
His hand moved to the back of my neck and he took a step closer to me. Tilting his head and giving me the cutest damn look I’d ever seen, he asked, “Was that a yes to you wanting me to kiss you?”
Slowly nodding, I replied, “That is most certainly a yes.”
When his lips pressed to mine, it felt like an explosion. His tongue moved across my lips, prompting me to let him have more. I didn’t even have to second-guess it. I opened my mouth to him.
Our tongues mingled together, slowly at first, until Finn’s other hand moved to my hip. He dug in and pulled me flush against his body. The moan that slipped from my mouth must have been his sign to pick it up. The kiss intensified. The heat between us was undeniable.
I grabbed onto him and held on tight as the kiss turned more passionate. I’d never in my life been kissed with this much passion.
Does he feel it too or is this my inexperience?
When I couldn’t take not having air any longer, I pulled back and stared into his green eyes. My chest rose and fell heavily while I attempted to sear this moment into my memory. I’d never experience a first like this ever again. I was positive.
Finn leaned his forehead against mine and softly spoke my name.
“Rory.”
Closing my eyes, I fought to ignore the tightness in my chest. It was almost as if I could hear it in Finn’s voice. The doubt. The uncertainty of there ever being an us.
I was positive he knew who I was, and now that I knew he worked under my father, this could never happen.
Could it?
Chapter 5
Finn
Dates and bad dogs
Rory walked next to me in silence. That kiss blew my fucking mind, and I knew it did hers as well. I knew she’d also figured out what engine company I worked for.
The one where her father was captain.
“Are you sure you want to help me get all of this stuff?”
She glanced up at me and grinned. “I’m positive. This has been my first weekend off in a few years. This is fun.”
“A few years?” I asked with a horrified expression.
She chuckled. “I know. I know. Classic workaholic here.”
“Do you have a dog?”
Laughing, she replied, “No way. I work long hours and am never home; I’d kill the poor thing. You’re lucky—you get to take your dog to work.”
I sighed as we walked into the little mom-and-pop pet shop.
