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And then he hugs me. Oh God, it feels so good to be pressed against his large body. It’s not one of those hugs where another person could fit between us. No, not even a sheet of paper would fit between us. And I like it. Far too much.
“Do you have something to drink?” he asks as he releases me, but still keeps his hands on my upper arms. Since I’m wearing a sleeveless dress, I can feel the heat of his fingers on my skin, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.
“What would you like?” he asks warmly.
“A beer.”
“All right.”
He doesn’t want to let me go, I can tell, but then he does anyway, not without stroking my arms first.
Finn grins at me. “I told you so.”
Eoin looks at me questioningly. “What?”
I shake my head. “He’s crazy, as usual.”
Eoin hands me a glass and we clink them together before taking a sip. He smiles at me before wiping his thumb across my lips. “You have a beer mustache.”
I swallow, because right now nothing feels better than his fingers on my mouth.
Just then, Cian slaps his shoulder. “Hey, man, there’s cake.” He grins at me. “I wanted to convince Hailey to jump out of it, but she wouldn’t.”
Eoin looks at him like he’s lost his mind.
Cian just laughs. “Oh, was it a secret that you’re into her?”
All I can think is: Eoin Walsh is into me.
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