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My bleary, orgasm-blurred eyes focused on him and I saw the thick bulge of his cock under his belt, straining at the fabric of his pants. There was a muscle that twitched in his sculptured jawline and I knew, Iknewdamn well, how much he wanted me.
But he didn’t suggest anything for his own pleasure, he only left the room and came back with a towel and cleaned up my sticky wet thighs with gentle motions.
“Want some spiced hot chocolate with cinnamon and ginger? I know you’re trying to only do one cup of coffee a day.”
“Sure,” I said, watching his tall lean body go into the other room and start taking supplies from the cupboards.
My entire body was suffused with a lingering, liquid pleasure and the phone rang.
Languidly, I picked it up.
“Hi, angel. Waiting for that call that you’re in labor so I can hop on a plane and come see our baby girl. Have you given any more thought to my proposal?”
What was I going to tell Finn?
CHAPTER 16
Indi
Finn and Ambrose couldn’t have been more different. Finn was outgoing and gregarious, charismatic, funny, and generous. Ambrose was prickly, snobby, intense, took everything way too seriously, was pretty bad at both yoga and meditation, and was overall a pain the ass.
Who in the world would choose him over a literal rock star?
So why did I hear my mouth forming the words?
“Finn,” I said, taking a deep breath. “You would make a perfect husband.”
I paused, searching for the right words, but I heard him groan.
“Shit. I know what that means.”
“But—I’m not in love with you. And I don’t think you’re in love with me, either.”
“Iam,” he said earnestly. “If you accepted me, I would love you forever, Indi.”
“I know,” I said. “You’d be loyal, generous, and loving. I’d never have to worry about you being unfaithful or unkind.”
There was silence over the line.
“But?” he asked grimly. “I know there’s abutcoming.”
“I just—,” I began, feeling like an asshole, “I can’t help feeling like there’s aspecificreason you take such care to be a good man. Like there’s a woman out there. . . not Astrid. . .maybe someone from a long time ago. . . and she's the reason you take such care not to be an asshole now.”
There was silence over the line again.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I hope I wasn’t overstepping. You can tell me to fuck off. But I just feel like there’s aone that got awayout there for you.”
More silence, then I heard Finn’s heavy sigh.
“You’re clever as shit, Indi. Just another reason I want to marry you. Drop-dead gorgeous, sweet, and smart.”
But I knew I was right, so I shut up.
“Thereisa reason I don't drink anymore,” he said, with that deep gravelly voice. “That I don’t just fuck every groupie around. But what I did, there’s no coming back from.”
I couldn’t think of anything to add, and I thought I heard him mutter, “not that I can find her anyways.”
Then louder, he said, “All right, mama. I understand, even though it sucks. All the same, I’m going to kick Ambrose’s ass when I get there.”
