Weeks ago, he kissed me senseless and walked away. But my best friend’s cousin is back – and worse? He’s one of the only people I know in Scotland.
With his seductive Scottish accent and alluring blue eyes, one look from Finn sets my heart racing. Exchanging playful quips at office happy hours and smoldering glances through conference room doors proves that our chemistry is undeniable. Our connection, irrefutable.
But I can’t fall for Finn. Even though I’m halfway there.
He doesn’t do commitment or relationships.
Last month, I thought we were done. Over.
Turns out we’re just getting started.
She inhales sharply, her eyes widening as they flicker over my lips.
Everything between us is too much, too real.
“Daisy.” My voice is low, and I struggle to control the torrent of emotions that flood me as I stare at her upturned face. I want to pull her flush against me and kiss her senseless as much as I want to turn around and leave. Memories from Christmas flood back. I don’t know what’s going on between us. I had said the words to her on Christmas Day and yet, they ring true now.
The tension between us crackles with energy as I drink in her multi-colored eyes, so bright and intense, I could drown in them. Open desire mixed with anticipation flickers across her expression as she boldly meets my gaze.
Mesmerized by her, conflicted by the emotions running through me, my hands clench into fists. My fingers itch to wrap in her hair, my mouth begs to cover hers. Hell yes, I want her. But I respect her too bloody much to make her one more girl in my long list of one-night stands. Besides the obvious reasons why Daisy and I shouldn’t hook up – we now work together and she’s Sierra’s best friend – she’s also younger, more impressionable, and idealistic. I’m not the man for her, and I never will be, which is why I force myself to lean forward and brush a casual kiss across her cheek. “Make sure you lock the door behind me.”
I hear a small catch in her breath but when I pull back, she regards me carefully. Her face impassive, her posture stiff, she holds the door open. “Night, Finn. Thanks again.”
“See you, Dais.” I step into the hall and walk down the flight of stairs, pausing until I hear the deadbolt latch. Sighing, I scrub my palm over my face. What the hell was that? Blowing out an exhale, I can still smell the vanilla from her shampoo and feel the soft, smooth skin of her cheeks.
I couldn’t forget about Daisy if I tried.
And trust me, I’ve tried.
A Jersey girl at heart, Gina has spent her twenties traveling the world, living and working abroad, before settling down in Ontario, Canada with her husband and three children. She’s a voracious reader, daydreamer, and coffee enthusiast who loves meeting new people. Say hey to her on social media or through www.ginaazzi.com.