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The time for inner reflection, for wondering and wavering, had passed.

Because Finn was kissing her.

Nik felt her head swimming. And then she could feel Finn smile against her lips, his lips warming her.

Seducing her.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked.

“Because that was exactly the way I imagined it would be,” he confessed.

And then the reality of what he had just done hit him. Finn sobered, realizing that she might misunderstand what had just happened. “Sorry. That wasn’t the reason I wanted to see you to your door. But I would be lying if I said that it wasn’t to have a few more minutes with you.”

Reviewing their relatively short association, she looked at him skeptically. “I thought you couldn’t wait to get rid of me.”

“In the beginning,” he conceded. “But I have to admit that you have a way of getting to a guy. And I have to say that you are pulling your own weight.”

“You sure know how to turn a girl’s head with sweet talk.”