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“We didn’t have enough time for there to be an us.”

I shook my head. “Always so stubborn. There was an us. There is an us. I hope one day there will be a forever us. Once you realize it, I’ll be waiting.”

“If you hate my brother so much, why do you want to be a part of my life?” she asked.

“I don’t hate him. I loathe how he uses you. I detest how you allow it, but I understand it. It’s how you show your love. I don’t think he deserves it.”

“But you do?”

Her words stopped me. I lifted my hand, trailing my fingers down her cheek. “No, I don’t. But I am a selfish man, Una, and I want it. I want your love, your laughter, your body. I want your world to begin and end with me. I want your every breath and thought. I want to possess you. Love you. I want to give you everything you need to fulfill your dreams and watch you soar.” I smiled sadly. “As long as I’m part of them.”

“Finn,” she whispered, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

I bent close so our mouths were almost touching. Near enough I could feel her breath on mine. “I want you. I love you. I’m waiting. Don’t make me wait much longer.”

“What will you do?” she breathed out, her voice shaky.

I crushed her to me, kissing her until she was trembling. Breathless. Unable to stop the desire that filled her eyes.

“I will take what is mine, and this time, I won’t let go.”

Then I left.

CHAPTER SEVEN

UNA

I gave up trying to sleep. I had tossed and turned most of the night, Finn’s words, his actions, repeating themselves over and over in my head.

I’m a selfish man.

I want your love, your laughter, your body.

Us.

Forever.

This time, I won’t let go.

I made a coffee, curling up in my chair, once again letting the past wash over me.

After that first night, Finn and I’d become inseparable, and before I knew it, two months had flown by. Calls, texts, dates, flowers. Dinners that ended up with us in bed. Dates that ended up with no dinner. Weekends spent never leaving his condo. He was insatiable. An incredible lover. Patient, thorough. I could ask him anything, and he would teach me. Show me how to touch him. What to do. How to find my own pleasure. I had never known passion the way it was with him.

Brian was ambivalent that we were together, yet seemed angry over the fact that it gained him no favor in Finn’s eyes. He liked to make small digs, hinting that Finn was simply using me and would eventually grow tired and move on.

I ignored him.

We spent more of our time at Finn’s condo than the new place I had moved in to, and Finn kept slyly suggesting I give it to Brian and move in with him.

Life couldn’t have been better.

Until reality stepped in.

The night began like any other night. Finn took me to one of our favorite places—a small café with great food, good music, and a fabulous wine list. He wanted to celebrate our two-month anniversary, and there were flowers on the table and my favorite bottle of wine.

He listened to me go on about my day, excited about what was happening at the job. The one he’d helped me get. Over dessert, he laughed when I told him I’d tried to get into the wrong apartment the night before.

“I’m there so little, I tried to get into 319 instead of 419,” I informed him. “You have me so crazy I can’t even remember where I live!”