What’s the point, really? A partner for life might sound good on paper, but I’ve done fine on my own.
So, no, I don’t need a mate.
I don’t need Owen MacNamara.
What I need is …
I need …
“Gods.” I’m not sure if I’m speaking to them or cursing them. “I need Finn.”
For however long he agrees, we’ll have…something.
This lack of a plan is disconcerting, but the one piece I do have—Finn—is absolutely right. I also have determination as I push through the door and stride up to the bed, where the human in question still sleeps, snoring softly. His lips are parted, emitting the cute noise.
I settle on the bed at his side, waiting for him to realize I’m here.
He doesn’t.
Tired of waiting on him, I take charge.
“I want to kiss you,” I announce.
Finn jerks awake, eyes wild as he stares around the room, his attention finally landing on where I sit, cross-legged beside him.
“Isla?”
“After you brush your teeth, I want to kiss you.” I extend a piece of bacon. “If it wasn’t clear, I’m doing away with theneck down onlyrule I established last night.”
Finn blinks at me, his long, fascinating lashes brushing his cheeks with every downward stroke. He doesn’t answer.
“Are you still waking up, or are you trying to find a nice way to tell me you don’t want to kiss me?” Maybe if I maintain my normal detached demeanor, the second response won’t hurt as much.
“I want to kiss you.” His quick reply eases a tension in my chest I didn’t want to admit to.
“You can eat first.” I hold out my plate of assorted food offerings. “There’s more downstairs. Best get your strength up. I want a vigorous make-out session. Possibly more orgasms. We can discuss it.”
With a slow-moving hand, as if he expects me to yellshark attackand dump the breakfast in his lap, Finn reaches out and retrieves a slice of avocado, swallowing the piece in one bite. He shifts to mirror my seated position, keeping the sheets bunched around his waist.
“You’ve changed your mind since last night.” His fingers carefully retrieve a raspberry.
“Yes.” I watch as the juicy little fruit passes through lips I want to explore.
“Are you still planning to seduce Owen?”
“Unlikely. If I do, it won’t happen for another decade.”
Finn’s lips thin, but I still find them very kissable. “Why? You’re not interested in him, are you?”
“No. I should be, but I’m not.”
“Why should you be?”
“I said before, it’s not something you’d understand. A family thing.”
Finn gives me his hard stare, and the weight of his focus strokes along my nerve endings. “You mean, a magic thing?”
The man’s question triggers an instinctual warning, the blaring bell in my head only made stronger by my parents.
