“No, no,” I say with panic. “I promise we’re just?—”
“He wants more. Doesn’t he?”
My mouth parts as he watches me. “He asked me on a date,” I confess.
Finn drags a hand down his cheek before gripping his jaw. He pushes himself away from the counter and turns away from me. “God,” he exhales sharply.
“But I—” I cut myself off to swallow. “I don’t want to date him. We’re not…it’s not like that.”
“Do what you want,” he murmurs as he walks away. “I don’t own you.”
Every inch of my body starts to shake until my breathing becomes uneven. “I don’t want him, Finn.”
He stops walking and turns towards me with glossy eyes. “Then what the hell do you want?”
All I can hear is my rapid breaths as emotion clogs my chest.
“You.I’ve always wanted you.”
Finn’s face twists into confusion as his forehead scrunches up. “But you keep pushing me away. Fuck, Maya. You’re making me lose my mind.”
“Because I was taking my time,” I murmur through a gentle cry. “Because I had to protect my heart.”
He lowers his eyes before leaving the kitchen.
“Why are you walking away from me?” I blubber as tears greet my eyes.
“Because I am fucking breaking inside, Maya!”
“I just told you that nothing is going on between us,” I say as I follow him. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”
Finn stops again and then storms up to me as my pulse thrashes in my throat. “Then tell me what is happening betweenus,” he demands as he laces his fingers through the back of my hair and presses his forehead against mine. “Tell me.”
I choke out a sob as tears roll down my cheeks. “I don’t want anyone else but you,” I whimper. “I’ll always want you. Until the day I die.”
Our chests rise and fall quickly, brushing one another’s as his eyes flick between mine. He stares straight through my soul as his bottom lip brushes over my mouth, and I’m quaking at the gentle touch.
“Please,” I beg desperately. “I don’t want him. I want you. Only you.”
Finn’s jaw clenches as he watches me through dilated eyes.
“Please—”
“Then why’s he texting you, saying he misses you?”
My mouth trembles as I whimper in response. “I-I don’t know.”
“He wants what’s mine,” he heaves with devastation in his gaze.
“I’ve always been yours.”
Finn’s jaw tightens. “Then prove it.”
I lace my fingers into the back of his hair and slam my mouth against his. The second our lips meet, I release a breath of relief. He cradles the back of my head as he devours my mouth with his own. Everything shatters around me, the tightness in my chest finally starting to ease as he slides his tongue into my mouth and kisses me like it’s our last.
I clutch onto his arms as he holds my jaw tightly, and I feel like I’m floating through space. He thrusts me backwards until my spine hits the wall, and we both groan. My hands slide over his shoulders and down his arms until I’m clawing at the material of his hoodie.
His fingers grip onto my hair and have me panting against his tongue as he kisses me deep and hard, until I don’t even remember my own name.
