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“Yeah, I’m awake,” he responds, a smirk on his face and he shifts so his hard length presses against me.“Why?”
“The question was weird and I thought you might be talking in your sleep, but I can feel you’re definitely not asleep.”
He laughs a little, and says, “So have you?”
“Maybe a little, but I live with my brother and I don’t think he’d appreciate me quitting my job to pursue a pipedream.”
I think about when I lived with Ryan in Boston after I graduated and how he eventually had to kick me to the curb when I couldn’t find a job.I don’t think my ego could take that a second time.I definitely know I couldn’t go crawling back to the bar with my tail between my legs, and begging my parents to let me live with them again.It’s all so insanely embarrassing.
“It’s not a pipedream, Sarah,” Finn says sternly.“You’re good at it.”
“Being good at something doesn’t mean you can turn it into a career.”
Finn shifts again, but this time, he props himself up on his elbow, and looking down at me, he tucks my hair behind my ear.
“I’m going to be totally honest with you…” He stops and takes a deep breath.“I don’t want you going back to work there.But that’s not the only reason I brought it up.I really think you’re talented and I truly believe you can make a career out of doing what you love.”
“Why didn’t you just say that to begin with?”
“Because I watched you kick a guy’s ass yesterday and I wasn’t sure how’d you’d handle me telling you to quit your job.”
I laugh out loud and swat at Finn’s bare chest, finding his worries and his need to have me close adorable.
“I’ll make you a deal.You start your own business with the few clients you have…the pub, Kelsey’s inn, the few places you secured off Kelsey and see how it goes.In the downtime you can tend bar at the pub, but I don’t think you’ll need to.”
I contemplate Finn’s idea.I do sorta miss working at the bar.The tips were good and Erin and Ryan aren’t charging me much in rent.I could probably make it work with what I bring in doing marketing gigs and bartending a few nights a week.
“Okay,” I say, my heart racing at the idea of making a leap like this.“On one condition, when Ryan kicks me out, you better let me live with you.”
Finn’s laugh is hardy and he grabs me around the waist and pulls me on top of him.His large hand wraps around the back of my neck and he guides my mouth to his, kissing me hard and I feel him smile against my mouth.
“I’d do anything for you, Sarah.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Finn
“You would?”she asks, pulling back a little, her warm body still lying on top of mine.
I stare up at her, at this amazing, beautiful woman who is everything I never realized I even wanted.I’d never thought a long-term, committed relationship was something I needed, much less wanted in life.I could never see myself settling down with one person because I could never seem to find that one person who captivated me the way Sarah does.
But fuck me if she doesn’t do all those things and more.And after everything that happened last night, after all the things we went through and all the ways I could have so easily lost what it’s taken me a lifetime to find, I don’t want to risk losing it ever again.
“Actually,” I say, tucking her hair behind her ear, “why don’t you move in with me right now?”
“What!?”she half shouts.“No, Finn, I was only joking, seriously.”
I smile up at her.“Yeah, but I’m not,” I say, knowing this is the most serious I’ve ever been.“This is what I want,” I tell her, smoothing my hands up her back.“To wake up beside you every morning and to come home and fall asleep beside you every night.I want that life together, Sarah and I want it with you.”
She bites her bottom lip, her eyes shining with what looks like tears.I lean up and press a kiss to her lips, pull her down with me as my head falls back to the pillow, our mouths still joined.
“Are you really sure?”she whispers, forehead against mine.
I smile.“One hundred percent positive,” I tell her.“I love what we have together,” I say.“And…” I pause, suddenly nervous as I realize what I’m about to admit out loud, words I’ve never spoken before to anyone.“I love you, too.”
“Finn,” she whimpers, mouth against mine, the whispered, “I love you too,” murmured between kisses.
I deepen the kiss, rolling her beneath me now as my hands trace a slow path up the side of her body, over her hips, her waist and finally her ribcage until they reach her arms.Lifting them above her head, I slide my hands into hers so our fingers are locked together as I slowly push inside her.
