CHAPTER 10 | Libby
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Finn draws back an inch, mouth hanging open. He’s watching me like I’m half-wild which is probably accurate.
I feel half-wild.
Maybe more than half because when I walked into the bar and saw him waiting for me, it was like my body stood to attention. He looked broody and gorgeous and I thought I was immune, but the girls were right: Around Finn Oliver, I can’t be trusted.
The way he stared at me when I walked across the bar made my skin burn. The way he’s staring at me now makes me melt.
“Libs?” He turns my nickname rough, pooling heat low in my stomach
And now it’s worse, I think as the heat spreads even lower. I want him.
I never stopped.
“Undo your pants,” I repeat, taking a step toward him as I tug open the Ford’s driver’s door. Finn backs up and I
