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You told me once that you wanted it all. The fairy tale. Well, I can’t give you that, but consider this your pumpkin carriage. That’s what Cinderella got, right? Something along those lines. This is yours.
I hope you get the full fairy tale.
Your friend
Your fairy god—wtf
The damn idiot who needs more sleep and is leaving you an apartment and isn’t going to write any more,
Finn
She readthrough the letter twice as tears continued to blur her vision. She laughed through parts and sobbed through others. The key and lease fell from the envelope when she turned it over, just like he’d said. She opened the lease, reading through it carefully. He had, in fact, signed it completely over to her. There was a yellow receipt stapled to the front that showed twelve months had been paid in full.
She turned the key over in her hand, rushing toward the window and looking out, wanting to see him walking away. Which direction would he go? Could she follow him? Should she?
She thought back to the letter.I learned a long time ago how to disappear…
He didn’t want to be with her. She had a man who loved her waiting for her just a few blocks away. Finn didn’t want her to find him. He’d made that incredibly clear. Finn planned to disappear. The only question…could he just as easily be erased from her heart?
Chapter Sixteen
“That’s the last of the boxes,” Asher said, setting it down on her couch with a loud groan. “And, thank God.” He wiped his forehead dramatically. “You know they make movers for this kind of thing, right?”
“Why on earth would I need movers when I have such a handsome and strong boyfriend?” Blythe popped up from behind the sink, walking toward him with one hand on her hip. She patted his cheek playfully, kissing his lips. He ran a finger over the bandana headband tied around her ponytail.
“Fair enough,” he said. “So, what room are we unpacking first?”
“I was thinking maybe the kitchen? Then I could whip us up something to eat while you put my bed together.”
“Ah, an ulterior motive if I’ve ever heard one,” he said, patting her bottom as she turned to walk away. “I didn’t know you cooked.”
She scoffed. “You do know I work for a caterer, don’t you?”
He laughed, opening a bottle of water from the fridge and taking a drink. “Of course, I know that. I just didn’t know it was something you really enjoyed. I thought it was…I don’t know, just a job. You said you liked baking before, but not cooking.”
“It is just a job, I guess,” she told him. “Baking is my favorite, you’re right. I actually do really love to cook, though. Since I moved to the city I haven’t been able to do it for fun, but now that I have my own place, maybe I can start again.”
“As long as I can be the taste tester.”
“You have my word.”
He grabbed her waist, spinning her around so that she was leaning up against the counter, his lips on her ear. “I think I have a better idea of what we can do first.”
She giggled as his hands slid up her stomach, his fingertips tickling her skin. “Stop it!” she squealed. “If we don’t get to work, we’ll spend all day doingthat,and I desperately need to get unpacked.”
He pulled back, a giant grin on his face as his hands went up innocently. “Okay, okay,” he teased. “Whatever you say.”
She set a box up onto the counter, and they slowly began unpacking, being careful of the glass dishes she’d purchased with her most recent paycheck. She wished she had something of her parents’ to make it feel like home, but nearly everything had been lost in the fire. She’d purchased a few candles that smelled of her mother’s favorite scent and planned to burn them every chance she got. Truth be told, the apartment reminded her more of Finn than anyone, but with enough time, and enough memories made with Asher, she knew that would fade.
In the weeks since he’d disappeared, she’d gone from thinking about him constantly, to only thinking of him once or twice a day. It was progress. Besides that, Asher was everything that she wanted in a man. He was stable. Loving. Kind. He made her laugh. He made her feel safe. Anything she felt for Finn, however fleeting and overwhelming it had been, was pure lust. It would pass.
“Hey, I forgot to ask you. What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” Asher asked, interrupting her thoughts as he leaned across her to set a glass bowl into the cabinet.
“Oh, gosh, that’s next month, isn’t it? I don’t have any plans. Why do you ask?”
“You have plans now,” he said.
“Oh yeah? What kind of plans?” She leaned against the counter, watching him work.
