Mae POV
I try to push Kieran away. I am honestly not in the mood for s*x. My nerves are all over the place, and I am worried about the decision that I made for tomorrow. What if my mother isn't lucid? What if she makes a scene in the middle of the ceremony?
Kieran tightens his arm around my waist and continues to stroke my slit. My body begins to betray me, and my arousal coats his fingers.
"Kieran," I protest as I grab his wrist.
Kieran removes his fingers from my folds, and I whimper at the loss of his touch. Kieran laughs gently but doesn't touch me. "Do you want me to stop?"
My hips are grinding mindlessly against his hand. I know what my body wants, but it is definitely conflicting with my mind.
"I don't know," I whisper.
Kieran slips a finger into my core
