“I don't know yet,” he says, stepping up in front of me. “Depends on if you like it or not.”
He pulls out a purple knitted hat, placing it on my head, and a pair of matching mittens. It even matches what I’m wearing.Stylish!It’s such a sweet gesture. No one has ever treated me the way Finn does. I’m like a fish out of water and I’m scared as fuck.
I’m in love with Finn!
“Thank you,” I whisper. My eyes start to sting as emotion fills my chest.
Standing in the middle of the farmers market, Finn tilts my chin up, our eyes meeting and searching. I don’t know what I’m expecting to find, because with Finn, there is nothing hidden.
“You’re welcome,” he says, softly and gently, the same way he then kisses me.
“Come on.” he says, grabbing my hand. “We have a dinner to cook and we still don’t have the shrimp.”
We walk over to Ms. Brandy’s vegetable stand and don’t even get this old broad started on her side hustle of wine making. We could be here forever. We pick out the ingredients for a salad. They even have these little homemade dressing kits, so we grab a couple along with, of course, a couple bottles of her homemade wine.
Ms. Cook, in the booth next door, has fresh baked homemade bread, and because these ladies are bat shit crazy and best friends, Ms. Cook also makes homemade beer. We buy a few loaves for dinner and, of course, leave with some beer. We try to fit what we can in one of the tote bags I brought.
We finally make it down to the water’s edge.
“Hey Spencer!”
“Hey Joe. How’s it going?”
“Oh, can’t complain. What can I get you?”
“We need enough shrimp to feed 9 people.”
“Well, you came to the right place.”
Joe hands us our catch of shrimp and Finn hands him money.
I look at the bag of wet, slimy shrimp. Ugh, gross! I am not looking forward to cleaning those! Maybe I can trade sexual favors for getting out of cleaning them. I mean, Finn does seem to really like my blowjobs.
“Thanks Joe!” I say, pulling my mind out of the gutter.
“Will see you around, Spencer. Finn, nice to meet you.”
“Thanks, you too Joe,” Finn says, shaking his hand.
We make our way back, walking through the side streets. Finn reaches out and laces our fingers together.
“Do you know everyone in this town?” he jokes.
“Pretty much,” I laugh. “It was my mom, really. Everyone loved her. The town just ended up with me by default.”
Finn stops walking, pulling my arm to make me stop.
“You, Spencer, are never loved by default!”
I nod my head, trying to keep my mini freak out over the mention of the word love to myself.
I swallow thickly. “I know.” Everyone loved Mom, so how do I know if they actually like me or if it’s just because they loved her so much? I don’t want to think about it.
Finn doesn’t push, and for that, I’m thankful.
We start walking again, only two more blocks. Thank fuck! This bag is heavy. Finn has the one with the beer and wine, so I’m trying to stay strong with my vegetables and bread.
The building finally comes into view. “Oh, thank God!”
