She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he__ given a lot of thought to the same thing.___ight,_ she whispered.__ight,_ he whispered back.And yet neither of them moved.

What drew her into O__iley__ like a bee to honey was the six-foot, broad-shouldered, dark eyes, dark smile of Finn O__iley himself.

Finn was different.And he was different because she wanted him in her life in a way she hadn__ wanted anyone for a very long time.Maybe ever.

Finn?___eah?___emember how you said the ball was in my court?__e pressed his forehead to hers for a beat, like he was working on control. She knew she should be as well but she didn__ want him to leave, didn__ want to be alone in this. __on__ go,_ she whispered softly.

Their gazes locked and held for a long beat, like maybe he was taking her pulse from across the room, absorbing the fact that she was drenched and breathless. The corners of his mouth twitched. She__ amused him again.

When he admires the man he calls his father: a man slightly above the scum of the earth__hat does that speak about he who admires him?