(Aurora's POV)
The interior went dim.
He didn't say anything. He just turned toward me, dipped his head, and pressed his face into the curve of my neck. His breath was warm. His hands were cool, fingers threading through my hair, brushing it back from my shoulder.
"Phineas." My voice came out smaller than I intended.
He didn't answer. His mouth moved slowly along my neck, unhurried, deliberate, and I felt the faint graze of his teeth.
My fingers curled against the seat.
He worked his way up slowly, and I could feel my own breathing shifting, becoming uneven, and I couldn't seem to do anything about it. By the time his hand curved under my chin and tilted my face up, I wasn't putting up any kind of resistance at all.
He kissed me hard.
The wedding was in two days. Two days, and then
