Lacey
Lacey
The door barely shut before I was in his arms.
My hands fisted in Fin’s shirt, pulling him down as my lips crashed into his. Everything that had been building all day snapped at once—heat, tension, something deeper I didn’t have time to name.
The air felt thick.
Heavy.
Charged.
Fin didn’t hesitate. His hands slid to my waist, gripping tight as he backed me toward the desk, his mouth moving against mine slower now, deeper. My breath caught as his lips trailed along my jaw, down my neck, and I tilted back without thinking, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Power stirred under my skin, brushing against his, reacting—growing.
Too fast.
Too strong.
The pressure built like a storm ready to break—
An airhorn blared.
Sharp. Violent. Wrong.
Everything shattered.
I froze, t
