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“Remind me never to get on yer bad side.”
“Finn, you can’t help but piss people off.” I sigh. “And I should be angry at you. You kiss ... fine enough.”
“Fine enough?”
I shake my head. “With more skill than you led me to believe. Or maybe it was that beard ...”
“Bloody nuisance, it was.”
“But the question of the hour is why? Why did you kiss me? Was it another test of yours?”
“Practice,” he tells me. “You’re my beour now. Get used to kissing, cuddling, and me whispering sweet nothings in yer ear. We need to be convincing so no one will feck with what’s mine.”
I turn away from him, disappointed. I shouldn’t be. We work together, that’s all. Pretending to be a couple is part of it. So why do I wish that kiss meant more? I feel him watching me and want nothing more than to put some distance between us.
“See you in another ten kilometers,” I tell him, prepared to take off running.
“Clarissa, wait.” He says my name softly, like a caress, and I can’t help but turn his way.
“That kiss ...,” he smiles softly at me, “it wasn’t a test.”
“What was it then?” I gasp, shocked.
“That, Clarissa, was a taste,” is his smug reply. “See if you can catch up to me this time.” And, with that, he’s off.
I give chase, my body responding to the challenge.
But it’s my thoughts and feelings for this confusing man that has some catching up to do.
