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Sarah says nothing and when I look up at her again, I can see her cheeks are flushed and she’s intently focused on the piece of chicken she’s now pushing around her plate with a fork.
“Sarah,” I say.“What’s wrong?”She shakes her head at me, but I can tell something’s bothering her.“It’s okay,” I tell her.“Talk…”
“Erin knows,” she blurts out, cutting me off.
“What?”I ask, freezing.
Sarah lets out a long breath, her body slumping in her chair as she finally looks at me.“She knows,” she repeats.“I’m sorry, she guessed anyway and when she did, I couldn’t help it, couldn’t lie to her about it.Fuck,” she adds, looking away.“I’ll get it if you want me to go.”
“Hey, hey,” I say, reaching for her hand and pulling her onto my lap.“It’s okay,” I tell her, nuzzling against her neck.“I’d never ask you to lie, Sarah, I promise.”
“I know,” she says, leaning her head against my shoulder.“She hasn’t told Ryan, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.”
“Do you want to tell him?”I ask.“I can talk to him,” I add, even as a niggling fear eats at me, and I try to picture exactly how that conversation would go down.
“You would?”she asks, pulling back as she looks at me, her eyes filled with sadness.“You didn’t seem to think Ryan knowing about us was such a good idea.”
I smile up at her now, brushing her hair back as I meet her eyes.“Telling your brother I’m getting naked with his baby sister is definitely not high on my can’t-wait-to-do list,” I say, smiling.“But telling your brother I’m crazy about his sister and can’t stop thinking about her, well that’s another story.”
Sarah stares down at me, not saying anything as her eyes search my face.Just when I think I’ve totally freaked her out with my words, she smiles a little.“You’re crazy about me?”she whispers.
I pull her closer, press a kiss to her lips.“I am, Sarah,” I tell her.“Crazy about you and serious about us doing this.”
“But Erin told me you don’t do relationships,” she says, a concerned look on her face again.
I can’t help but chuckle.“Oh, she did, did she?”Sarah nods and my smile widens.“Well, she’s right, in that I haven’t had a serious relationship with anyone in this town,” I say, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.“But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to have one with you.”
“Why?”she breathes out.
I shrug.“I don’t know how to explain it,” I tell her.“There’s just something about you; something that makes me want more.And I know it’s early and I know logistically there’s a million things in our way, but it’s true.I just can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she whispers, her eyes meeting mine.
“Well then,” I say, my fingers slipping under her top and brushing at the skin of her lower back.“I guess that means we’re doing this,” I add, kissing her harder this time.
“What about Ryan?”she mumbles against my mouth.
“Let’s worry about him later,” I say.
Three hours later, we’re lying in my bed, tangled together when Sarah’s phone chimes out.We spent the rest of the evening chatting and laughing over dinner, Sarah getting a kick out of the photo I showed her from the fish and chips shop, before I eventually dragged her to bed.
“It’s Erin,” she says, leaning over the edge of the bed to read the message on her phone which is lying on the floor.“They’re leaving Gloucester in an hour.”
“Well then,” I say, grabbing her arm and pulling her so she’s lying on top of me.“I guess that gives us an hour till they’re back here.”
Sarah grins down at me.“So,” she starts, even as she squirms against me, my body already awake and raring to go again.“What should we do for the next hour then, Finn?”
I grin up at her, rolling us so she lies beneath me now.I pull her arms above her head, pinning her wrists to the pillow with one of my hands as I slowly kiss my way down her neck, loving the way she moves beneath me.
“Oh, I can think of a few things, Sarah.”
Chapter Five
Sarah
I’m lying in bed staring up at the ceiling wondering if I can really go back to Eddington after the few days I’ve spent here in Rockport with Finn.I know Erin has to go back to work soon; her break ending in a few days, and I can’t possibly survive without my stupid job at the bar.
It’s early, a just a little after seven in the morning when my phone starts to vibrate on the nightstand.When I glance at the screen it’s an unknown number and as much as I know nothing good usually comes from that, I answer it anyway.
