"You sure about this?"
Finlay's voice was quiet, almost uncertain. We had been running day and night, chasing leads and putting ourselves in the line of fire. But now, here we were, alone in the darkened room, the weight of the world pressing down on both of us.
I didn't answer right away. Instead, I closed the space between us, my heart racing with every step. We hadn't had time to talk about us—about what was happening between us and what had been happening for weeks. But now, the silence was unbearable.
I reached out, my fingers brushing against his chest. His body was warm but taut, as if he was withholding something. His eyes flickered, unsure, before locking on mine.
"Luciana," he started, but I silenced him with a soft kiss. I could feel the hesitation, the unspoken words we had
