My mind is numb.
Everything around me is still spinning from what just happened. From the kiss. From the nerve. From the audacity.
I don’t know how long Finn’s lips stayed on mine, or if they were even moving against mine, but the moment he let go of my coat, I knew it was over. Whatever moment he thought we were having—it had expired.
He’s smiling.
"You have very soft lips," he says. "What's that flavor? Strawberry?"
My heart races with fury.
I’m about to rain hellfire on him when someone clears their throat into the mic.
The emcee. Standing with a grin that’s far too amused.
All eyes are on us.
Victoria Hartley, smiling like she’s just seen her fantasy come to life.
Knox—expression unreadable.
Hunter’s eyes are wide.
And Delilah… frowning.
“Looks like we’ve got a wedding reh
