CHAPTER 9 | Finn
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And then she shoves me into the Ford. My back hits the door, her breasts hit my chest, and her mouth? She opens for me, melting into my arms not just like we’ve done this before, but like we never stopped.
“Libby,” I breathe against the corner of her mouth. I’m not sure if it’s a plea or a question, but she slants her mouth over mine again and I can’t think of anything else.
My hands go to her face...her hair...her neck. My fingers tangle in the softness of her scarf and I tug it loose. An icy wind whips up between the buildings and she shrinks from it, pressing close to me.
And then I urge her closer.
We step deeper into the street’s shadows, me curving down to meet her and Libby rising up to grab me. Her fingers dig into the collar of my coat and she hauls
