Finnick always had a suit on but what Vivian touched was smooth and felt loose. It was clear that Finnick was wearing his usual silk pajamas.
Why didn't he go home? Why is he here in his pajamas?
The more Vivian thought about it, the more confused she got. She started feeling around Finnick's body.
What she felt stumped her. Huh. Even though I've seen his body with my own eyes, this feels really different from what I thought.
She often heard that eight-packs felt like ice cubes but she always waved them off as exaggerations. That was, until now.
Moreover, the lines and grooves of his V-cut is very
apparent...
Vivian was in over her head as her hands slipped further below and touched...
At that moment, a grunt interrupted her followed by Finnick's voice. "Vivian William. Are you tempting me?"
Vivian came back to her senses. Realizing what she touched, she quickly retracted her hands.
However, her hands were caught by Finnick and held in front of his chest.
"Fin-Finnick." Vivian's mind was all over the place, but she was able to confirm that Finnick was in his pajamas lying beside her. "Why are you here? Why didn't you go home?"
"To accompany you." Finnick lowered his voice.
"Accompany me?” Vivian was thoroughly in shock.
In the dark, Finnick could see Vivian's astonishment even with her blindfold on. He pursed his lips.
Something in him melted. Initially, he had a lot of anger pent up from all the worrying. But at that instance, he felt at peace.
Finnick could not help his hand from wrapping around her slim waist, pulling her into his embrace.
He buried his face into Vivian's silk-like hair and a faint fragrance wafted into his nose. Taking a deep breath, he spoke. "I'm sorry."
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