Page 12 of Flambé with Finn


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“Delilah, you have to let go.”

It’s not that easy.

It’s definitely that easy.

“Whatever it is you’re overthinking, stop.”

I would if I could.

You can–stop being stubborn.

“Whatever it is you’re fighting, let it win.”

I’m not that kind of girl.

You can be for him.

“It’s time to go over the edge, love, and I already told you I’m not going without you.”

Why is he fucking perfect?

He drops a kiss on the corner of my mouth and I sink against the desk, allowing it to hold the weight of my shaky legs. Finn steps forward, pushing my knees apart to stand as close as possible to me as he rips away the little bit of resistance I’ve been desperately clinging to. Fuck, I’m in so much trouble.

“What if you hurt me?”

He chuckles darkly, dropping his head to my shoulder as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him.

“I would never,” he rasps, sending a shiver racing down my spine. “And before you tell me that I’ve hurt you before, save us both the heartache. I’ll spend the rest of my life on my knees begging for your forgiveness if that’s what it takes, but we can’t keep hashing this out.”

“I think you might have the power to destroy me,” I whisper as I slip my arms around him, leaning into his warmth as his scent washes over me.

“Mmm,” he hums in the back of his throat as he squeezes me, stealing the breath from my lungs before he loosens his grip and pulls back from me. His damnable smirk tips his lips up in one corner and I swear I turn into a puddle of snowmelt beneath the heat of his gaze. “I think what we have is the power of mutually assured destruction, Delilah.”

“What does this look like?”

He groans, raising his eyes to the ceiling. “Why so many questions?” He asks with an exasperated sigh.

“It’s just that…” I trail off, chewing my lip as I struggle to come up with the right words to convey all of the emotions battling for dominance within me.

Hope and fear are in the ring—I’m not sure which will get the knockout at this point. And love is a powerhouse standing at the side, ready to tap out whoever goes down first and pummel the shit out of the remaining contenders until my stupid fucking brain will just accept that what Finn Vittatoe is selling ispreciselywhat I’m buying.

Finn loosens his grip around me as his head tips forward to consider me. He raises a finger to my lip, dragging it from between my teeth as he cocks an eyebrow in silent question.

“Finn, we’re two entirely different people. I’m happy here in Pine Ridge; I have my restaurant and Grandma. And Nia too. And you have an entire life in New York City…”

“Delilah, haven’t you heard?” It’s my turn to cock a brow, tilting my head as a full smile spreads over his lips. “Mayor Asshole finally signed off on the warehouse across the street.”

My stomach clenches pleasantly, but I don’t let myself think too much into it. I can’t get my hopes up, just for them to be dashed. “So… You’re opening a business here? Congratulations.”

“You little fucking brat,” he teases as he draws his thumb over my lip. I squirm where I sit on my desk. “What it means is that I’ll be your neighbor.”

“You’re moving to Pine Ridge?” He nods, leaning in until our foreheads are pressed together once more. I close my eyes, taking a shaky breath before asking, “W-why?”

“Because I love you.”

My eyes pop open in surprise. I press my lips together for a second before a smile stretches over them.

“I love you too,” I whisper, a giggle passing through my lips in the second before Finn descends on them, kissing me like this is the last time he ever will.

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