Millie:I’ll bring them. Finn too, if that matters.
“Of course it matters,” he mutters, nipping my earlobe.
Dad:Good. I need his help with something in the barn.
Mom:I’ll go get some groceries the girls like.
“Your mom is the best,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Serena couldn’t even have her chef make something the girls would like, and your mom is going to make a special trip to the store for them.”
I turn my head and kiss his cheek. “That’s because they’re worth it.”
Fabes:I’ll be there too. Can’t wait to see you guys!
Tess:Does this mean the interview went well?
Dad:Hopefully, it’s good news since she’s coming all this way to tell us.
Millie:I’m coming for the cake I was promised.
Fabes:Too bad. Fucking Theo ate your piece.
Mom:Fable Oaks.
Fabes:Sorry, Mom.
Finn nuzzles my neck and squeezes me tighter in his embrace. “What’s up with Fable and Theo? Why does she hate him so much?”
“Mmm,” I hum, leaning my head back into him and letting him support me. “Have I really not told you about the video?”
He shakes his head against my neck.
“Well, I’ll tell you the whole saga on our way to Fern River.”
I shove my phone back into my pocket and turn in his arms.His navy eyes search mine before he gives me a playful smirk. “Do we get to sleep in the same bed on this trip?”
“I was thinking a night out on the overlook might be fun. The ground is a little hard, but you know the views are amazing.” I wink saucily.
He quirks a brow as his heated gaze travels down my neck and shoulders. Pulling back a little, he follows my curves down my body. “Yeah, the views are spectacular,” he says, voice husky and warm. “I love every single thing about them.”
My cheeks heat. “You must really like stargazing.”
He shakes his head. “Fuck the stars, baby. All I see is you.”
Epilogue
Millie
One Week Later
“These look fucking beautiful,” Lena proclaims, setting the basket of homemade croissants in the center of Finn’s patio table. I place a tray of espresso and two milk cups beside it.
There’s a cool evening breeze blowing through the gaps in my crochet sweater and upbeat Disney music coming from the speaker in the corner. Stars are just twinkling into view in the sky as the sun dips below the horizon.
“Lena. There are children present. No bad words,” Emil scolds with a dark look in her direction.
Pepper skirts around my legs to settle on the floor below the table with Moosey, who she’s fallen in love with. The girls let her have the little stuffed animal, and she brings it with her everywhere, hugging it with her teeth until she finds a good spot to snuggle with it.
“It’s okay,” Finn says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as I take the seat next to him. “I forget to filter myself all the time.”
