Scarlett’s POV
The room was charged with an electric tension I hadn’t felt in years. Finn’s eyes locked onto mine, dark and stormy, as if he was battling an internal war. But as he stepped closer, the space between us seemed to shrink to nothing. My heart raced, and I could barely catch my breath. It was impossible to deny the magnetic pull I felt toward him — the one I had grown to love.
His hand reached out, trembling slightly as it cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid I might disappear if he wasn’t careful. I leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment, savoring the warmth of his hand against my skin.
“Scarlett,” he breathed, his husky sweet voice thick with lust. The sound of my name on his lips
