Fiona POV
Andy doesn’t move from the doorway when he spots us, his eyes jumping back and forth between me and Nolan. Part of me wants to crawl into myself and hide while the other, angrier part, wants to lean into Nolan and show Andy that I’ve moved on from his lying, cheating ass.
I know what he sees. Nolan standing between my legs while a wide suit jacket sits on my shoulders. I don’t have to look down to Nolan’s arm still tightly wrapped around my waist, but I can’t help it when my eyes slide to his lips that are still only inches away from my own lips.
The hand cupped at the back of my neck doesn’t move; in fact, I feel it tighten a bit, keeping me in place as Nolan glares at Andy.
In all, the scene is an extremely suggestive one.
The longer he looks at us, the gloomier Andy’s
