is this?” Finn motions his hand between us.
question, which I knew he would eventually ask, catches me off guard.
My shoulders instantly tense, just like they did when he approached me at the
wedding. My throat goes dry, unsure of how to answer. I slowly
spin to face him, and when our eyes meet, I see they are full of
vulnerability just as they were when he asked me to marry him.
He stops and runs his fingers through this hair. “You know what? Never mind
what I want.” His voice is quiet as he takes a step closer. “What do you
He tucks a
stray hair behind my ear—a move so simple, yet natural for us.
My gaze drops
from his eyes to his lips. It would be so easy to grab the back of his neck and
pull his lips to mine. “I…I…” The words “I want you” are on
the tip of my tongue, but I’m scared. The vision of Finn walking away in
the airport is enough for me to settle on “I…I don’t
loudly and grips the back of his neck as he takes a step backward. This
is different than last time, Lauren, I tell myself over and
over. You both aren’t the same people anymore. “Lauren, I know
exactly what I want, and when you figure out what you want, call me. I’m
not going anywhere, I promise. Until then…”
one step forward and then another before he is standing right in front of
me, and his lips press against mine. This kiss is gentle, but I
can feel it from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and everywhere in
I want to
grip his shirt and deepen the kiss—to know what Finn tastes like after all
these years, but he breaks the kiss first. He places a quick kiss against my
forehead. “I’ll be seeing you, Lo.”
that, he is gone before I even open my eyes. I am then left alone on my
front porch wanting more—wanting Finn, to be exact.
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