“Shit, sorry,” I murmur, catching her shoulders to steady her.
It’s barely a touch.
But it lights up every nerve ending in my body, sending bolts of sensation shooting into my palms, along my arms, through…my heart.
She freezes, those pretty hazel eyes on mine.
And for one long moment neither of us moves.
Then her body tilts—ever so slightly—toward mine, and the urge to kiss her, to draw her close, to feel her body flush against me is so intense that I bend toward her.
Fuck.
I yank my hands back so quickly she teeters.
But before I can steady her again, she skitters away. “I, uh, should clean up the mess downstairs.”
“I can get it.” My words are rough.
“That’s okay. I—” A shake of her head. “I need to work on my blankets,” she says before she turns and hurries down the stairs.
I want to follow her, but I know I shouldn’t.
No. I know that Ican’t.
Not when my palms still tingle.
When my pulse still pounds through my veins.
When my body wants?—
Finn catching Anna’s photograph as it fell.
I clench my teeth together so tightly pain shoots through my jaw, my neck, myheart.
So instead of going downstairs, I head into my room, get ready for bed…
Then lie there in the dark staring up at the ceiling.
Because instead of sleep, what comes back to me is that moment in the hallway.
That feel of Finn’s body beneath my hands.
The urge to follow her.
Her smile. Her laughter. The way her hair shines in the sunlight.
And the knowledge that I am in so much fucking trouble.
Seven
Finn
“That size isninety and the larger one is a hundred and twenty,” I tell the woman in front of my booth with a smile. “And if you want a custom color palette, I can do those too.” I hand her a brochure. “The pricing is all on there.”
“Only ninety? Wow. That’s great.”
A prickle of relief slides through me.
