Vivian

Blood rushed in my ears. I was acutely aware of the heat from Finn’s fingers burning into my hip and at the back of my neck.

I gasped and pulled my lips from his, despite my wolf’s protests. My chest rose and fell and I knew my skin was flushed. I slid off his lap and took a step back.

Finn arched an eyebrow at me, his face otherwise a mask.

I bit my lower lip and held a hand out to him. “Oh, this isn’t over.”

He smirked and took my ...