Page 47 of A Hard Fit

Finn strummed a couple of his easier favorites—Have You Ever Seen the Rain?andLove Me Do—then let his fingers wander. Rory watched it all with a soft smile on their face.

F major seven, F seven, B flat…The last chord hung in the air as Finn realized what phrase he’d been playing. “Let it out and let it in.”

“You’re amazing.” Rory said it like it was an undisputed fact.

“Nah.” Finn flushed. “Like I said, I just mess around.”

Rory took the guitar away and climbed into Finn’s lap in its spot. “I meanyouare amazing, Finn. You.” Their lips brushed over Finn’s brow, then his cheek, then found his lips.

Finn slid his hands over Rory’s back and held them close. “Was there anything else you wanted me to do for you today?” he murmured.

“Yeah.” Rory’s hips rocked in a lazy circle. “I can think of a few things.”

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“Don’t go.”

Rory laughed. “I have to, Finn.”

“You can borrow my clothes!” They were standing on his front step, his hands wrapped around Rory’s waist.

Rory raised an eyebrow at Finn’s tall, broad frame. “Oh? Do you have any from when you were fourteen?”

“I have a sewing machine. I’ll take them in.”

“You have a sewing machine?”

“It was my grandma’s. I’m not bad at hemming.”

Rory leaned forward to peck his nose. “I’ll miss you, too. But I need my laptop and stuff for work, and we’ll be at the office together all day tomorrow.”

Finn groaned. “One more kiss then.”

“One more now. The rest later,” Rory promised.

Finn watched Rory climb into their car, and stayed on the step until it disappeared around a corner. He went back inside and shut the door behind him. The smile on his face put the fucking sun to shame.

Chapter Eleven

Love

Walking on air, floating on cloud nine—all the happy meteorological metaphors applied to Finn Monday morning. He got to work early and went straight to Rory’s office, nearly running into them as they were coming out. Rory was even more stunning than Finn had been picturing all night, eyes rimmed with impossibly thick lashes, hair hanging over their forehead, begging to be brushed aside, and a sweet blush warming their cheeks.

Everything in him screamed to grab Rory and never let go. “Hi,” he said, fingers twitching. He stole a glance down the empty hall before leaning in for a kiss.

Rory hauled Finn back into their office and offered another, more thorough, kiss.

“Our appointment’s not until two,” Finn mumbled around Rory’s lower lip. He had wasted no time emailing HR yesterday evening after Rory had left. “So I’m not sure yet, but I don’t think we’re supposed to do this at work.”

Rory’s fingers found Finn’s hair. “Well, until they tell us otherwise…”

Fuck, they tasted so good, and the way Rory melted under his hands drove Finn absolutely wild. In fact, it had been all he thought about since they hung up the phone last night. About three seconds after the HR email, he had texted Rory.I miss you,he said, and only had time for a flicker of nervousness that it was too much before Rory replied,

I miss you too.

Don’t text and drive,Finn admonished, heart singing.

Don’t text me then, silly. (I’m at a red light.)

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