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"𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃." 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
"What?"
"Turn around," He repeated his command, slower. Scarlet turned around, looking at herself in the mirror as she saw Finnick take a step closer. He swept her dark-brown tresses aside, fingertips grazing her pallid flesh, and reached his hands around her shoulders. Then, Finnick looped a gold chain around her neck and, with utmost concentration, hooked the clasp together.
The pendent—a deep, maroon gem—dropped like an anchor around her neck and hung peacefully between her exposed collarbones. Nothing compared to the glacial sensation that Finnick's touch had left in its wake. She longed for more.
In awe, Scarlet whirled back around. Finnick hadn't shifted. As a result, their faces were mere inches apart, breaths mingling in the air that had grown thick with a familiar blanket of tension. Often avoided, it was now being frolicked with. Provoked.
The longer they stayed like this—frozen and incomprehensible to the swiftness of this unfolding interaction—the thicker the tension grew.
"Thank you, it's gorgeous." She whispered.
Finnick tucked a strand of frazzled hair behind Scarlet's ear. His finger brushed her chin, eyes swirling with an inferno of desire.
A reverberating gasp as the door swift open caused the pair to spring apart, as if forced by telekinetic force. They realised what position they had been in, and it all came crashing down now, raining like stars around them.
On the other side stood a dumbfounded Chiara looking utterly guilty. "Scarlet Cristela—" She started, seeing the pink flush blooming in her cheeks.
"Don't start, it's just hot in here," The brunette argued adamantly, though the blush in her cheeks deepened to an almost crimson red.
"I wonder why it's hot—"
"Chiara!"
"Well, Anfisa is waiting for your golden boy, c'mon, Finnick."
"Did someone say Finnick?" Came the voice of the man in question. He completely avoided Scarlet's gaze to reduce the radiating awkwardness and smiled at Chiara's knowing look who stared with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I'll—uh—I'll see you later, then." He said awkwardly.
Scarlet fiddled with the new chain, a shock of electricity slithering in her veins. "See you."
