Finn

The small gasp that escaped Scarlett’s lips sent a wave of satisfaction through me. Even after all this year, I could still surprise her.

My fingers remained gentle but firm around her wrist as I pulled her closer, letting her catch my scent – the crisp scent of my cologne and coffee from endless business meetings still clinging to my clothes.

“Miss me, Luna?” I whispered, my voice rough with emotion after months apart.

The silver glow of the moonlight filtered through her window, illuminating her face with a mix of shock and joy.

“Finn, is that you?” Her free hand reached up to touch my face, fingers trembling...