Abigail
I shrieked, scrambling away from the bench, heart leaping into my throat, my body ready to fight, but the arm caught my waist and kept me pinned on the bench.
A deep familiar chuckle filled my ears and then I caught that manly woody scent and my shoulders dropped. The tension melted away as I leaned back into him.
"Finnegan, seriously?" I groaned, swatting his arm. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"That you looked very ethereal in that dress, sitting alone in the corner, like some woodland nymph tempting men." He replied, settling on the bench next to me and drawing me deeper into the shadowed corner.
"Seems like I've succeeded," I chuckled as his arms wrapped around me from behind.
One hand rested on my waist, the other gently tilted my chin so I could look up at him. His emerald eyes were dark with concern and that intense look that always made my knees weak.
