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“It definitely was of mine,” he says, and I feel a rush of triumph run through me. Finn opens his eyes and smiles at me. “You are incredible.”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I tease, and he laughs, a low, warm chuckle.
We’re quiet for a minute, just looking at each other from opposite ends of the same pillow. The sheets are heaped on the floor, our naked bodies seeming to glow in the light from outside.
Finn runs his finger down my arm. “Are you getting tired?” he asks.
“A little,” I admit. “It’s been a long day.”
“But a good one, I hope?”
“A very good one,” I nod, and he smiles. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, Emma. I really enjoyed myself today, too. And tonight,” he adds.
I giggle. “Definitely tonight, too.”
“I’m so glad that I met you,” Finn says softly. “I’m glad you’re in my life.”
I blink, surprised and touched by this level of openness, of vulnerability. “Finn, hearing you say that – that means more to me than you could know,” I tell him.
He kisses me, a light, confident kiss. “Being able to say that means a lot to me, too.”
“I’m glad that I met you,” I say. “Really, really glad.”
“Good,” he says, and then yawns. “Sorry, Emma. I think the day is catching up with me. I should go.”
“Why?” I ask as he begins to sit up.
“I just – I just assumed you’d want me to,” he says. I shake my head.
“I’d like to wake up with you,” I tell Finn. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“Then I will very happily stay,” he says, reaching over the side of the bed and pulling the blankets up. The cool cotton falls against our skin, covering half of my face. I giggle and scoot down so that I’m entirely under the covers, and he does the same.
“I like it like this,” I whisper, just able to make out the features of his face, so close to mine, in the dark. “It’s like we’re in our own little world.”
“That would be great,” he whispers back. “Emma-and-Finn world. Just ours, away from everyone else.”
“Think we can stay here forever?” I smile.
“I wish. But we can stay here tonight,” he says, gathering me to him.
I lean my head on his firm chest, his heartbeat loud and steady in my ear. “I hope that tonight never ends.”
“Me, neither,” he murmurs sleepily. I glance up and see that his eyes are already closing.
“Good night, Finn,” I whisper.
“Good night, Emma,” he sighs. I put my head back on his chest, my own eyes growing heavy even though I want to stay awake forever, to keep this perfect day from ending. But as I begin to fall asleep, my last thought is that tomorrow we’ll wake up together, and what could be more perfect than that?
13
FINN
“Why do you look so stressed?” I ask Damien a few days later. I wasn’t planning on stopping in his office, but I happened to glance through his open door as I walked by and saw him rubbing his temples, his eyes closed.
“What?” he asks, looking up. His eyes are tired, and there are lines etched on his forehead that I swear weren’t there the other day.
