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“Yeah. Let’s start with New York. I want to see that jewelry store. And I have never been to New York with someone who wasn’t a work colleague, and I would like to fix that.”
“Deal.”
He reaches for his phone on the nightstand.
“Let me start looking at flights—”
I put my hand over his.
“Absolutely not.”
“Griffin.”
“You are not spending our first Christmas morning as an engaged-adjacent couple booking flights.”
“Engaged-adjacent.” I laugh.
“That’s the correct term.”
“Is it?”
“It is now.”
He laughs and drops the phone on the nightstand. I lean in and kiss him again, slower this time. His hand finds my hip and pulls me closer. I can feel him under me again, half-hard already, and it makes me smile against his mouth.
“Finn, we have to be at the farm in a few hours.”
“I know.”
“Your mother is expecting us.”
“I know.”
“So you’re saying—”
“I’m saying that if you want to argue with me about it, you can, but I would very much like you to give me one more orgasm before we have to go and pretend to be normal in front of my entire family.”
His mouth curves.
“Well. Since you asked so nicely.”
He pushes me back onto the mattress and follows me down.
Outside, the snow keeps falling. My phone is somewhere across the room. The world can wait a little longer.
The ring stays on my finger the entire time.
CHAPTER THIRTY
FOX
The drive to Hall Farm is quiet.
Finn is in the driver’s seat with a hand on the wheel and the ring on his other hand catching the light every time we go past a break in the trees. He’s humming something under his breath. He’s happy.
I’m terrified.
I stare out the passenger window at the fields going past and try to make sense of the way my stomach has climbed up somewhere near my throat.
