Page 83 of Burn It Down
We had exchanged a few dirty texts, including a photo of me in nothing but the jewelry he’d been showering me with. Nothing out of the usual for us, really.
“Let me get you some food, Gigi. Hungry for anything?” I glanced out at the glittering streets, my forehead against the cool glass.
“Your spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. Because it is so late, I’d settle for some tacos. I love tacos when I’m drunk. I feel drunk.” My eyes closed when his heavy hand closed around the back of my neck.
“My poor Sweet Girl. I won’t let anything hurt you, Gigi. I fucking promise. Tell me.” Finn’s voice was clogged with emotion.
“I love you, Finn. I know you won’t, baby.” The Christmas lights strung through the trees and along store fronts went unfocused as I watched him.
The feel of his callused fingertips smoothing over my skin, the heat it burned through me, and the promise in his eyes set me at ease at last. I was safe. I would be safe with Finn.
Though the memory of those photos stung, he wouldn’t let something hurt me again. He had never wanted to hurt me, even as he did it time after time. Bree just happened to be one of those times.
Leaving the car idling at his favorite taco joint, Antique Taco, he rushed to get us food. It was late, but the place had a few people milling about. I watched Finn place the order then twist to watch me, just feet away at the curb. Finn knew I was lying about what sent me out into the streets tonight. Picking his battles, he clearly decided to let it go. For now.
We were quiet until we were in bed, the food spread out on the blankets. I asked about his night. Finn asked me again why I didn’t text. I showed him my phone, both of us confused by the missing texts. Finn showed me his own phone as he fed me loaded nachos. Ten texts had been sent after I sent that photo earlier.
“So weird. They even say delivered. Not read, though. I figured you were busy with Charli and wedding shit. How’s that coming, by the way?” For a while, we discussed that before he cleared our food away.
Cuddles turned to Finn sinking inside me, watching me as I let him control me. Give me pleasure that washed away the fear, confusion, and panic from tonight.
When he lowered close, thrusting slowly and deeply, telling me how much he loved me, tears slid down my temples. I didn’t want to lose him again. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t let Bree or anyone else take him away from me.
“Stay. Baby, please.” I begged when he started to leave my body
“Whatever you want, Sweet Girl. Come here. I won’t ever leave you, Gigi. Never again. I love you so much. I promise, I’m here. I won’t let anyone take you away from me again.”
After that promise, he held me close, and I was able to sleep. Once again, we missed something.
The messages on my phone went from delivered to read.
