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“Yes. You told me you’re in love with me.”
“I am. Fuck. I am.I love you.Don’t ever scare me like that again….” His voice cracks. “Don’t ever forget me. Don’t ever leave me. I couldn’t bear it.”
“Never,” I whisper and press my lips to his. “And I love you too. I’m so in love with you. I’ll always come back to you. Always. Sometimes I’m just a little slow at catching on.”
He groans, pulling me even closer, wetting his clothes. His tongue plunges into my mouth, licking every corner of me. Tasting me. Memorizing me.
“Fuck, I want you. I want you so bad. I didn’t think I’d ever get to…when you forgot…. I thought that was it.”
I moan, clinging to him. This. This is what I was missing. Him around me, inside of me, filling in my empty spaces.
“That never would have been it. I’d always come back to you. Now fuck me. Please.”
He stands with me still in his arms and walks me to the bedroom where he lays me out and crawls up against me.
“We should wait…your concussion.”
“I’m fine,” I say and Finn just presses his forehead to mine.
“We can’t…shit, I can’t. We need to wait.”
“But my dick is hard. It was frustrated I’d forgotten. Now that I’ve gotten with the program, my ass wants in on the action too.”
He lets out a choked laugh. “Jesus.”
Then I feel the drop of tears against my cheek.
“Finn,” I say, leaning up and kissing them away. “Don’t cry.”
He holds himself over me and sniffles.
“I’ll give you a blow job, but that’s it.”
“Fine, but only because I think my brain needs a little help remembering how good it was…actually, we should do that with all the positions, just refresh my memory.”
Finn just stares down at me and then presses his lips to mine.
“I adore you.”
“Show me,show me, Finn,” I say.
He works my pants off, stuffs my dick down his throat, and makes me see stars.
thirty-one
4 WEEKS AGO - NEW YEAR’S EVE
FINN
The air is cold,biting my skin and I shiver, pulling Landon closer. Always wanting him close. God, to be in love with him. To always love him and never, ever have a chance to be more.
I glance over at him and he’s staring at his phone screen, the blue hue lighting up his handsome, gorgeous face. The face I’ve memorized for years. The one I could draw in the dark.
“So, who are we gonna kiss when the clock strikes twelve?” he asks and his question makes me freeze in place.
Because he can kiss me.Me. But I’d never say it. I’d never utter that ridiculous, hopeful word.
Me.
