Ispent most of my day debating whether or not I should tell Finn about my conversation with Tiago. In the end, I decide it’s not important enough to talk about before our first official date. I’m wearing a taupe dress that goes down to my ankles. It’s form-fitting, with a slit, and cut-outs in the shoulder and waist. I model it for my followers and start doing my makeup in front of the camera as I read incoming comments.
“Hey, Shannon! Good to see you here again.” I grin and pause to apply lip liner and lipstick. “To answer your question—I have a date tonight.”
I laugh when consecutive comments start popping up asking if it’s Finn, but never answer before logging off. At the sound of the door opening and shutting, I gasp and shoot out of my chair. The butterflies in my stomach multiply, as I grab my purse and head out of my room.
When I see him, my mouth goes dry. He’s wearing a charcoal suit, white dress shirt with the top buttons undone, and white sneakers. His light brown hair is tousled and his freshly shaved face emphasizes his sharp jaw. There isn’t a thing about him that I don’tfind sexy, and the fact that he’s actually mine is almost impossible to believe. My heart skips a beat when I look at his face and find his gaze burning into me. He takes a breath and releases it, as he walks over and wraps an arm around me.
“You…” He sighs, shaking his head as he brings his lips to mine for a quick kiss. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“And you’re so fucking handsome.” My cheeks feel hot as I lick my lips. “I was just thinking that I can’t believe you’re mine.”
His eyes darken and he pulls me flush against him to give me another kiss, a slower, deeper one that I feel all the way down to my toes. When he breaks the kiss, his face stays inches from mine.
“I love hearing you say I’m yours.”
I wrinkle my nose and smile. “Really?”
“Really.” He kisses me one more time and straightens, shaking his head again as his gaze drops down my body in another slow perusal. “If we don’t leave right now, I might take you back to the room.”
“You’re the one who wants to go out,” I say, smiling at his quick strides to the door.
“Which is why I’m trying to resist temptation.”
I smile and follow behind him. When we reach the kitchen, I spot a beautiful arrangement of sunflowers and smile wider. “You got me flowers.”
“Ella suggested I get you red roses for our first date, since they symbolize passion.”
“I see you took her advice,” I say, laughing as I take my phone out and snap a picture before we walk out.
He holds my hand on the way to the elevator. When we’re inside, I press the button to the lobby and push him against the wall. His eyes are burning with a heat I feel in my core. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss him quickly.
“Thank you for the sunflowers,” I say against his lips. “Seeing them makes me smile.”
“You make me smile,” he says, squeezing my hips and kissing me lightly again.
“I also make you very hard, apparently,” I whisper.
“Always, baby.”
The doors open and I turn to face the newcomers, but keep my back against Finn’s chest as he wraps his arms around me. I smile at the gray-haired man and his cute beagle. When we reach the lobby, we let them get out and Finn adjusts his pants.
He checks me out again and exhales as he grabs my hand. “It’s going to be a long fucking night.”
“You know, the first time you sent me flowers, I figured you only wanted to one-up Tate. I was kind of surprised you didn’t just send me double the roses he gave me or something,” I say, as he holds the door open for me and leads me to his car. “Maybe that was why you sent them, but your note was really sweet.”
“Because I said they remind me of you?” he asks once we’re in the car. He glances over as he starts the car. “They do. They’re bright and always face the sun, like you.”
“Do you think anyone would believe me if I told them how incredibly sweet you are?” I joke, smiling.
He chuckles as he starts driving. “No, because I’m only like this with you.”
My heart skips a beat and I set my hand over his on the gear shift. “Will this be weird for you again?”
He spreads his fingers so mine fall between them. “What?”
“Going to my house. I know it was weird for you last time.”
He glances at me. “It’ll be different now.”
