Page 100 of Falling for Finn

Quickly removing the pan, I set it on top of the stove and then turn off the oven.

“Oakley?” I shout louder this time.

“Up here!” she calls from the loft.

I make my way upstairs two steps at a time, ready to scold her for not setting a timeragain. “Babe, you can’t?—”

Stopping in my tracks as soon as I see her on our bed, I swallow hard.

“Uh…” I chuckle under my breath, scrubbing a hand through my hair.

Oakley’s in a lacy black lingerie piece I’ve never seen her in before. She’s laid out on the bed like my favorite dessert ready to be devoured.

“What’re you doing?” I step closer, admiring every luscious inch of her exposed skin.

“I thought we’d celebrate tonight,” she says seductively. Getting to her knees, she slowly crawls to the edge of the bed.

“Baby, I’m gonna need you to tell me what’s going on. You had something burning in the oven and now I find you up here half naked—not that I’m complaining—but?—”

“Oh, shit!” She smacks a palm to her forehead. “My lasagna!”

“Is that what that was?”

“I forgot.” She winces. “I came up here to shave and get ready, and well, I got distracted.”

Reaching for her, I wrap my arms around her and pull her to my chest. “Maybe we stick to me doing the cooking.”

“Hey, I’m trying!” She swats my chest. “I wanted tonight to be special.”

I rack my brain, trying to remember what today is.

“You don’t know, do you?” Her hands go to her hips as she scolds me with a narrowed gaze.

Now it’s my turn to wince. “It’s October fourteenth.”

“Mm-hmm.” She nods slowly as if she’s waiting for me to remember.

I know it’s not her birthday or mine.

“Just tell me, babe.”

She sighs. “It’s the one-year anniversary of when we first met.”

“Is it?” My brows rise, trying to remember when she arrived last year. “Shit, I think you’re right.”

“One year since I fell for you.” She grins, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Well-ish. Pretty sure we didn’t get along that first week, and I wasn’t sure what date would be our official anniversary, so we’ll say, almost one year.”

I chuckle, tilting her chin and dipping down to press my lips to hers. “Happy one-year-ish anniversary.”

She giggles. “What date do you think it should it be on? The first time we kissed? Slept together? When I returned and moved in?”

“Nah, today’s date is perfect. It was the day you burst into my life and flipped it upside down. I knew my life would never be the same again and that’s something to celebrate.”

“We did fake date for a bit, so that obviously counts, too.”

“Obviously,” I taunt, smirking. “The best three hundred and sixty-five days I’ve ever had.”

“Don’t make fun of me.” She pokes my sides, and I squeal embarrassingly loud.

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