Page 91 of Burn It Down
It was over.
Nothing more stood in our way; no more reason to pretend or hide or lie. That night, we talked about everything. One last time. I told him I barely remembered it, but could remember pieces of a night with Bree. One that involved her touching me, making me come, kissing me with her lips tasting of me.
Finn remembered his own night better. Relief washed over me when he clarified there had been no sex. Just what the photos Bree had tortured me with showed.
Finn said he remembered heralmostlooking like me,almostsounding like me. It changed nothing. Alongside the memories from O’Malley’s, we buried the ashes of the photos. I liked closure, I guess. Needed it for us both.
Snow fell in huge clusters as he carried me inside, crossing the hall to my place. I don’t know if either one of us could be at his place ever again.
Now, we sat on the floor, days before Christmas, wrapping presents we’d spent the day shopping for. Finn seemed especially excited about the holiday, and I was too wrapped up in us spending it with our families to ask questions.
Didn’t even notice him talking with Regan about ordering a special bow.
One he had to rent.
