make this?”
“I was bored.” He said it nonchalantly, not wanting her to truly understand the meaning of his childhood hobby.
She lifted herself so she was staring down at him. In one hand she held the figure, tiptoeing it along the muscles lining his abdomen. “You have an interesting way of getting rid of said boredom. Can I keep him?”
“I made him for you.” Finn regretted the words as soon as they were spoken, hating how vulnerable they made him sound. He was considering saying something rude to counteract the sentiment when she suddenly leapt to her feet.
“Come on. Charlie’ll kill us if he finds us in here.”
She was giving him the out he wanted, and he could have loved her for it. Finn mimicked her move and rose, finding his clothes in the dimly lit office, not realizing he was being watched until he heard, “So, I came by your place the other night and you weren’t there. Is there some chick I’m gonna have to kick in the crotch?”
With a roll of his eyes, Finn pulled his shirt over his head. “No one but you, sexy.” He tugged her to him, gripping her still-bare ass to make her laugh. “Besides, I don’t live there anymore. I only stop by to check on Tommy.”
The response silenced her, so much so that Finn glanced up to find her staring at him with an expression mixed with worry and confusion. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“What do you mean, you don’t live there anymore?”
“I got my own place.”
“When?”
Exasperated, Finn tugged on his jeans and fastened the belt before moving on to his shoes. “I don’t tell you everything, babe. It just happened. I needed to get out of there and be on my own.”
She continued to stare at him, dark hair falling in messy waves around her face, then seemed to give up on whatever internal argument she was having with herself. “So,” she began, sidling up to him, “where is this new place?”
“Not in town.”
“Are you being vague on accident or do you just not want to tell me where your new place is?”
Now Finn paused in the act of dressing, leveling a stare over at his girl. She was standing there buck naked, arms crossed over her chest. He relented and said, “Not being vague on accident or on purpose. The new place just isn’t in town. I wanted to get farther away.”
“Then where is it?”
He shrugged on his jacket. “Silver City.”
“Silver City?” she repeated. “Never heard of it.”
“‘Cause you’ve never been out of this hellhole. There’s more to the world out there than this shit.” Before she could finish dressing, Finn pulled her in for a kiss, enjoying the way she formed to him. “Just gotta make some money, then I can bring Tommy, and maybe even move you in. To my room, of course.” He winked, getting a laugh out of the gorgeous girl next to him.
“I think you’re still high. I stole the good stuff from my dad.”
“So did I,” he replied with a smirk. Watching her finish getting dressed, Finn decided he was going to do just that—make a home with the only people he actually cared about.
As though sensing his vow, Snow tugged at his mind, a silent and likely unintentional call for comfort. Finn gave in to the call as he left the office hand in hand with the girl who was now his, letting Snow’s soothing aura lead him into tomorrow.
Dinner that night was a lively affair, filled with laughter and conversation and happiness flowing among the two families. The restaurant lived up to its posh name, with sapphire linen napkins perfectly matching earth-toned décor, and soft yellow light glowing from opaque sconces. Cushioned chairs were upholstered in soft grays, the walls a textured stone hue, with dark oak trim to bring the décor together.
At a table toward the center of the restaurant dined two families. It had quickly become clear to Snow this wasn’t an ordinary meal, but a cause for celebration—the teenagers’ acceptance into their respective colleges,
“I was bored.” He said it nonchalantly, not wanting her to truly understand the meaning of his childhood hobby.
She lifted herself so she was staring down at him. In one hand she held the figure, tiptoeing it along the muscles lining his abdomen. “You have an interesting way of getting rid of said boredom. Can I keep him?”
“I made him for you.” Finn regretted the words as soon as they were spoken, hating how vulnerable they made him sound. He was considering saying something rude to counteract the sentiment when she suddenly leapt to her feet.
“Come on. Charlie’ll kill us if he finds us in here.”
She was giving him the out he wanted, and he could have loved her for it. Finn mimicked her move and rose, finding his clothes in the dimly lit office, not realizing he was being watched until he heard, “So, I came by your place the other night and you weren’t there. Is there some chick I’m gonna have to kick in the crotch?”
With a roll of his eyes, Finn pulled his shirt over his head. “No one but you, sexy.” He tugged her to him, gripping her still-bare ass to make her laugh. “Besides, I don’t live there anymore. I only stop by to check on Tommy.”
The response silenced her, so much so that Finn glanced up to find her staring at him with an expression mixed with worry and confusion. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“What do you mean, you don’t live there anymore?”
“I got my own place.”
“When?”
Exasperated, Finn tugged on his jeans and fastened the belt before moving on to his shoes. “I don’t tell you everything, babe. It just happened. I needed to get out of there and be on my own.”
She continued to stare at him, dark hair falling in messy waves around her face, then seemed to give up on whatever internal argument she was having with herself. “So,” she began, sidling up to him, “where is this new place?”
“Not in town.”
“Are you being vague on accident or do you just not want to tell me where your new place is?”
Now Finn paused in the act of dressing, leveling a stare over at his girl. She was standing there buck naked, arms crossed over her chest. He relented and said, “Not being vague on accident or on purpose. The new place just isn’t in town. I wanted to get farther away.”
“Then where is it?”
He shrugged on his jacket. “Silver City.”
“Silver City?” she repeated. “Never heard of it.”
“‘Cause you’ve never been out of this hellhole. There’s more to the world out there than this shit.” Before she could finish dressing, Finn pulled her in for a kiss, enjoying the way she formed to him. “Just gotta make some money, then I can bring Tommy, and maybe even move you in. To my room, of course.” He winked, getting a laugh out of the gorgeous girl next to him.
“I think you’re still high. I stole the good stuff from my dad.”
“So did I,” he replied with a smirk. Watching her finish getting dressed, Finn decided he was going to do just that—make a home with the only people he actually cared about.
As though sensing his vow, Snow tugged at his mind, a silent and likely unintentional call for comfort. Finn gave in to the call as he left the office hand in hand with the girl who was now his, letting Snow’s soothing aura lead him into tomorrow.
Dinner that night was a lively affair, filled with laughter and conversation and happiness flowing among the two families. The restaurant lived up to its posh name, with sapphire linen napkins perfectly matching earth-toned décor, and soft yellow light glowing from opaque sconces. Cushioned chairs were upholstered in soft grays, the walls a textured stone hue, with dark oak trim to bring the décor together.
At a table toward the center of the restaurant dined two families. It had quickly become clear to Snow this wasn’t an ordinary meal, but a cause for celebration—the teenagers’ acceptance into their respective colleges,
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