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“You are Bastian’s little brother.”

“I am also almost thirty years old. I can assure you I’m no damsel with a virtue to protect.”

I laugh, but it dies in my throat when he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me down for another kiss.

“Fox,” he whispers.

“Yeah?”

“It’s midnight, which means everyone is asleep.”

“I know, but…”

“Nobody needs to know.”

I close my eyes.

“Griffin.”

“Foster, please.”

I put my hands on either side of his waist. The skin under his shirt is warm against my palms.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” I ask.

“Too long.”

“How long is too long?”

His breath hitches. “Almost a year.”

I swallow.

“Same.”

“Yeah?”

His hand comes up to my face and his thumb strokes the corner of my mouth.

I open my eyes.

He’s looking at me. His lips are red from being kissed and his hair is a wreck from my fingers. He’s never looked so fucking beautiful.

I put my mouth close to his ear.

“Griffin.”

“Yeah.”

“If we do this.”

“Mm-hmm?”

“It’s tonight. That’s all it can be. We can’t do this again.”

He is very still for a moment, but then he nods.

“I need you to say it, Finn.”