Page 29 of The Moment Promised

He searches my face for something.

Everything is spinning; the world moves a million times faster while my breath feels fast and shallow. My breasts are moving with each inhale of the blistering air.

“Ad—” he whispers.

I’ve never been aroused by my own name. He makes the single syllable sound poetic.

“Yes?” I choke out the word. It doesn’t sound nearly as beautiful as the way he said my name. My ears burn, and I’m sure Finn can see the blush filling my face and neck. I gasp when he draws closer.

Everything becomes foggy. I don’t know if it’s the quiet of the night or my exhaustion. The line between friendship and desire doesn’t fade just a little-—It becomes invisible.

I investigate his gaze, and I see a glimpse of something that looks an awful lot like attraction. My conscience doesn’t even try to decipher whether it’s the reflection of my own or if it’s really his.

When Finn reaches for my cheek, my world falls off its axis. A sound of shock escapes my lips. Each cell burns beneath his touch and he’s only touching mycheek.

A light tap on Finn’s window humbles me back into reality. I’m mortified when I see the girl who served our ice cream holding my purse.

Finn rolls down the window.

“Hi guys, so sorry to bother you. I think you left this…” She hands Finn my purse.

Finn nods, taking my purse like she hasn’t interrupted anything.

“Have a safe night,” she says as she walks away.

“Adeline.”

“Yeah?” I swallow.

“Drive.”

It’s nearing five in the morning when I get home.

I climb under the covers and make myself comfortable as my eyes fall heavy. A wave of slumber washes over me and a dream too good to be true fills my head.

Finn’s other hand grabs the back of my head and brings me back to where we were. An inch of space separates our lips. I become greedy, taking a few centimeters away.

“Ad, you gotta stop me,” he pleads with furrowed brows.

I shake my head no. The small gesture must put Finn over the edge. He finally closes the space between our lips.

He kisses me softly, gently tugging my hair. It’s a sweet kiss, like the kind boy from my memories.

He pulls away for a moment to look at me, as if he wanted to make sure it was still me he was kissing.

Our lips meet again, only this time he kisses me deeper, no longer holding back. I forget about the gentle boy from the past and lose myself inthisFinn. The Finn I’ve only had a short taste of once. I make sure to bask in this ecstasy while it lasts.

I climb over the center console and straddle his lap, something I’ve never done before now.

I like it.

His tongue finds mine; he tastes like the ice cream he ate only minutes ago. It makes me crave more of him.

My hips move against him, it comes so naturally.

His lips travel to the side of mine and make a trail along my jaw. One big hand grips my waist, the other holds my lower back. I find myself arching against him as his kisses my neck with so much starvation.

I sit up in bed. Sweat coats my skin as I try to inhale as much air as my lungs will allow.

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