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Adapting and moving on.
I’m proud of the Lovit women.
Leaping into Xander Butcher’s arms, I cup the back of his neck, feeling his powerful shoulder muscles bunch as he holds me to straddle him.
I dip to nuzzle his nose with mine, our mouths skating together. I can feel the sexy callous on his lower lip—a small reminder of the monster they made.
But he’s not out today.
And when we kiss, all of Krakow fades, and the perfect scene blurs around us. We get lost in the motion of our lips, in the love, because we are the answer tous. Not a place or a perfect scene or set.
My body floods with warmth, and my world narrows further, fading—finishing—with him.
We are finished.
The contronym for done—complete. We have found that word, that meaning, that place, in our messy love.
THE FINISH
