Page 61 of Unforgettable

Tears burn the backs of my eyes. God, I love him. I want to tell him so. Although he’s saying all the right things, our relationship is too new to sprout words of love. What if he’s not ready to hear them?

So instead, I cup his face and pull him down for a kiss. Pouring all the love I have for him into that moment. I never want to hurt him again, even if it means keeping Marco’s ugly secret to myself. A fist-sized knot twists in my gut. In time, I hope I’m doing the right thing.

“Morning!” I say as I meet Alyssa in the living room on my way out to work. Her hair’s tied up in a sleek bun. A dance bag is slung over her shoulder. “Got a class?” I ask.

“Yep. Ballet and then tap.”

I can’t believe the amount of dancing Alyssa does in a week. It makes me exhausted just thinking about it. At the coffee machine I fill up a travel mug to take to the subway.

“You look happy. Sleep well?” Alyssa asks with a knowing grin. She knows Finn’s been staying over the last few nights. I’m getting used to waking up in his arms. How can I not be happy?

“Like a baby,” I reply. Finn had given me three orgasms, and I’d fallen into a sated, blissful sleep.

“Where is Finn?” Are you still doing the ‘you go to the office first and I’ll follow a few minutes later’ routine?” Alyssa drops her bag on the coffee table and digs inside.

“He needed to get to the office early for a meeting. I think we can stop with the act now.”

At my comment, Alyssa stops rummaging through her bag. “Things are going well?”

I want to hug myself and twirl around. “Yes. Things are wonderful.” Finn’s words the other night was music to my ears.

“That’s amazing.” Alyssa beams.

It would be even more so if the secret I’m keeping didn’t poke me in the ribs.

Flinging the dance bag over her shoulder, she starts to leave, then pauses at the door. “After work, if you’re not too busy with Finn, let’s order pizza and drink wine while we watch the Met Gala. We can rate their outfits.”

I tuck my phone into my bag, follow her out of the apartment, and lock the door behind us. “I would have loved to, but we’re staying back at work to watch it. Portia Livingstone is wearing a Juliette Monet design.”

“Oh wow! I bet she’s going to look amazing.”

“I saw the final fitting, and it’s stunning. I can’t imagine anyone looking better.”

Saying our goodbyes, we head off in opposite directions. Once at work, I go straight to my desk. The temptation to find Finn is strong. It takes a lot of self-control to walk past his office and not duck inside. Not bothering to ask Bianca what today’s duties are—she’d only tell me to check my emails—I sit at my desk and log onto the computer.

A few moments later, I feel Finn’s presence behind me before he places a kiss on the side of my neck. “Good morning.”

Normally, I’d freak out about who can see us, but now, I don’t care. I scan the room and notice a few curious eyes on us. “I don’t think we can hide our relationship anymore. You just announced it to the entire office.”

Finn leans against the desk and grins. “I’m not sorry.”

Shaking my head with mock sternness on my face, I say, “They’re going to gossip.”

Finn leans toward me. “Let’s give them something to gossip about.”

I want him to kiss me so bad, but it’s not the time or place. I push my chair away. “Behave.”

Blowing out a breath, Finn lifts from the desk. “Fine,” he grumbles with a disgruntled expression on his face. “You’re going to pay for it tonight.”

I giggle. “I can’t wait!”

Before Finn leaves, a courier carrying a huge bouquet of flowers walks to my desk. “Are you Harper Richardson?

God, I hate that name. I flick a glance at Finn, a vein is pulsing at his jaw. He hates it too. “I was, I go by Harper Madden now.”

The courier gives me an ‘I don’t care what you go by, I just want to deliver the flowers’ look and plonks them on the desk. I sign his clipboard and he leaves. With the courier calling me Richardson, I’m assuming Finn didn’t send them. Who did? I pluck the card from the foliage.

Dear Harper,

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