Abigail
I was his girlfriend.
I was Finnegan Wolfe's girlfriend!!!
I could hardly believe it. Maybe I was dreaming? If so, it was a ridiculously long dream and it better remain that way.
Finnegan had driven us to the hotel he lodged my grandparents in.
It was one of Wolfe's properties obviously, with the way everyone rushed and bowed towards him, ushering us up through a private elevator.
My lips still tingled from his kisses, my body buzzing with excitement. The elevator doors opened on the third floor. His arms tightened around my waist as he led me to the suite.
A very expensive, exclusive suite.
There were floor to ceiling windows on three sides, the city filled with gold lights, sprawled in every direction as far as I could see.
The fireplace was lit, causing a glow across deep brown sofas. Through the far glass panel the rooftop pool glowed a bright blue color, steam rising into the cold night.
I turned in a slow circle. "Well, this is new,"
