Page 170 of My Merry Mistake
I hear the question and quickly look around. He’s right. It’s practically empty in the terminal of this small airport. “I don’t really do PDA”—another cursory scan of the space—“but . . .” I grab onto his jacket, tugging him close. “For you, I’ll make an exception.”
He smiles against my lips, then kisses me, full and deep, hands threading through my hair, and I let myself get lost.
Lost.
That’s how I’ve been for so long.
Crazy that it took a flight halfway across the United States to be found.
Halfway through the kiss, Finn takes my hand and holds it out, placing his other on my waist.
He moves slowly, back and forth, and all at once, we’re dancing in the middle of the airport.
And, for the first time in my life . . . I let someone else take the lead.
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