Page 72 of Burn It Down
After some shopping to waste our day away and prepare us for tonight, we headed to the cottage. Cage agreed to my plan just because Charli told him to. That was all it took.
Finn had suggested taking me home for a quiet night, but that could come later. We would have plenty of quiet nights. We might have them for the rest of our lives.
“Damn, you look good, sis.” Cage let out a low whistle as he watched Charli and I get ready.
“Thank you, dear brother. Is Finn here yet?” I was anxious, but the excited kind that left me flushed.
“Hey, Sugar,” I was dismissed as his eyes swept to Charli, “you look absolutely amazing, baby.” I giggled when they stared at each other, heat crackling in the air between them.
We did look good, though. Shopping today had awarded us both new dresses. Mine was an off the shoulder piece, wrapping over my left shoulder where the gathering swirled into a thigh length train. It was silky chiffon in a peach that made my skin glow. Tucking in at my waist with the hem hitting my thigh, it was sexy but restrained.
Charli had curves for days and the girl knew how to display them. In a blush pink jersey knit wrap dress, she looked stunning. With a plunging lapel type neckline and gathers at her full hips and beneath her breasts, it was sexy as sin. The hem hit her knees, but it had a sexy split at the center. The lines absolutely accentuated her God given curves, and I excused myself to let Cage appreciate it without being a witness.
Their giggles and sighs followed me down the hall. I heard the front door shut and butterflies exploded in my belly. That I still got excited to see him, after all this time, cemented how much truth couldn’t hurt us.
Tonight, I would give him the words that would prove no truth could change us. Then I would listen to his truth and let it hurt, but not let it ruin us.
“Sweetheart?” Finn’s voice rumbled from the bottom of the stairs.
My heels click on the wooden stairs as I headed toward him. It’s dark outside and the wind is howling, but there’s light from the kitchen behind him. It framed him and allowed me to see his reaction as I descended.
The light in his eyes and the emotion behind it lit me up. Like the twinkling Christmas tree nestled in the corner by the fireplace. Light burned through me from the love in his beautiful blue eyes.
“Damn, Sweet Girl. Look at you.” I stood two steps above him, and instead, looked at him.
Finn always looked good to me, but right now, he looked better. Different, somehow. Maybe it was because I knew what I was doing tonight. Butterflies had a party going on in my belly.
Dark washed jeans paired with a dark blue flannel and a bright white thermal suited him well. The heavy boots he always wore had snow dripping off them. My eyes flashed to the tattoo at his hand, where he held a velvet box.
“Look at you, beautiful man. So handsome tonight. I kind of want to take you out; kind of want to climb you like a tree.” Finn laughed deep and throaty, and I swore he blushed.
“Come here, Sweet Girl. Let me look at you.” I slid down a step, pressing against him as his free hand cupped my backside.
“Mmm, you always smell so good. Even after work; I like the smell of fire and hero.” I giggled as I trailed my lips over his neck.
“You smell like coming home, Sweetheart. Got something for you.” Smirking up at me, he tucked the square box into my cleavage.
Then he took my mouth, lifting me against him. It was hungry and wet, and his tongue was forceful. My arms laced over his shoulders, fingers sinking into the bun of dark blonde locks.
I vaguely heard giggling come from upstairs. Finn growled when he lifted his mouth away, his breathing lifting me away from him.
“Open it.” I touched my nose to his as I did.
Finn never struck me as a gift bearing type of boyfriend. Boyfriend. Is that what he is now? Seems an insignificant word for what it feels like we have become now.
Once upon a time, I dreamt of a future I never thought I could have with him. Just nights ago, he was asking me what kind of wedding I would want. Looking at him, waiting for me to open another gift, I let myself dream again
I knew there was not a ring inside, of course. Not Finn’s style. Finn would make that just about us, and I kind of thought that would be perfect. I opened the box and let out a gasp. Inside was a shimmering Pandora style bracelet. The charms filled me with punches of love, each I touched.
There was a 71 for his station. One was a tiny camera. A glittering red fire truck. An open book. A key. A Starbucks coffee cup. Diamond F, G and C. Finn and Gigi.Cooper. It was beautiful and perfect, and I knew it meant more than his words could give me. At least for now.
“Finn, baby, it’s beautiful.” I pulled it carefully from the square box, holding my wrist out.
“Picked out the charms here and there. After you got your job at the coffee shop. The night in the park. Got the key the day I got my tattoo. They all mean something, Sweet Girl.” Finn’s blue eyes were dark midnight as they peered up at me.
“It’s perfect. I love it.”I love you.
“Fits perfect. I’ll cover you in my baubles, Sweet Girl.”
