Because he was.
He was precious and perfect, andhe loved me.
“Say it again,” I whispered into his hair.
“What?”
“Say you love me. Please.”
He pulled back to look at me, his eyes soft. “I love you, Chase.”
My knees went weak.
“I love you,” he said again. “I love you so much.”
I kissed him again, softer this time. More tender.
I tried to memorize the feeling of that moment, of standing in my kitchen with Finn in my arms, both of us having just said the scariest, most wonderfulwords in the world.
When we broke apart, Finn’s hands were already working at the buttons of my shirt.
“Finn—”
“I can’t leave yet,” he said, his voice rough. “I need you, all of you. Right now.”
“The bar opens in an hour.”
“I don’t care.”
“But—”
“Chase.” He looked up at me, and the heat in his eyes made my breath catch. “You just told me you’re in love with me. Do you really think I’m going to walk out of here and go to the bar like that’s a normal thing that just happened?”
“You should—”
“What Ishoulddo,” he interrupted, pushing my shirt off my shoulders, “is take you upstairs and show you how I feel about you. That’s what I should do.”
My brain seized.
“The kitchen—” I gestured weakly at the disaster around us. “We should clean—”
“The kitchen can wait. My ass can’t.” His hands found my belt. “I need you upstairs in your bed with only the clothes your mum birthed you wearing. Do you understand?”
I nodded, incapable of speech.
“Good.” He took my hand and started pulling me towardthe stairs. “Come on.”
“Finn—”
He stopped at the bottom step and looked up at me, his eyes blazing. “Chase. I love you, and I’ve been thinking about getting you into that bed since the moment I got here. So please, for the love of God, stop being practical and fuck my brains out.”
The desperate want in his voice—the raw need—broke whatever remaining resistance I had.
“Okay,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Take me upstairs. I’ll apologize to your ass in advance. I’m not in a nice mood.”
