Page 140 of Intense
“I’m not even remotely fucking sorry,” he whispers.
“Well, you best get going.” I glance at the door.
He doesn’t move. He just watches me as I get up and start collecting my clothes and putting them on. And then he does the same.
The silence is deafening.
He unlocks the door and looks down the hallway.
“It’s safe, no one will see us,” he confirms.
“Cool.”
He stops and turns to me.
“Right. Come on, out with it.”
“It’s nothing. I just want to go home.”
He steps forward, crowding my space again so I can’t breathe.
“No. You’re not going home. You’re coming to meet your in-laws.”
I blink at him a few times.
“Are you high?”
He takes a deep breath.
“High on you perhaps.”
He slides his fingers into mine, and I look down, catching a glimpse of his left hand. There is no ring there anymore.
Something worse. How the hell did I miss this?
“Finn. What the hell is that?”
I hold it up to inspect it. A thick black band inked across his wedding finger, with a delicate ‘S’ in the middle.
“Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is?”
He nods.
“Permanent as fuck, baby. Would you like a matching one?”
I blink at him in disbelief.
“You’re a psycho, Finn. Why?”
He grins and holds my hand in his, staring into my eyes.
“Because somehow, I wanted to show you how serious I am about this marriage. That it isn’t a game. That you fuckin’ own me, love. There’s only one way you’re getting your last name back, and that’s by becoming a widow.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. I don’t want to lose him. I can’t. He’s made it clear that he wants this. That he wants me.
“I–I won’t be getting a tattoo, but I’ll wear the ones you bought me.”
He grins like this was his plan all along.
