I felt Finnick's hunger for me as he kissed me, his hands tracing over me like he wanted to claim every part of me. I gave in, letting him guide the rhythm, feeling his strength and the warmth of his devotion. In that moment, I would have given him everything—my heart, my loyalty, my trust.
The heat in the car pressed in around us, and he whispered low in my ear, "Let's go home so I can have you all to myself."
My chest heaved, my cheeks burning, and I felt the pull of shyness and desire all at once. That flush made him lean in again, lips locking with mine. Each kiss was fire, a surge that wrapped around my heart, melting the cold from earlier days. I felt like glaciers breaking apart inside me, water flowing freely, nourishing the bond between us.
