Page 11 of Say You Love Me

Liam sucks the last of his iced coffee through the straw. “Just stop thinking about her.”

“Believe me.” I watch his plastic cup sail toward the bin, only to drop to the floor next to it. “I would if I could.”

There’s something about her. Something I can’t resist. There was nothing extraordinary about her. Brown hair, brown eyes, medium height, medium build, but yet, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I can’t even think of the right word to describe her. Beautiful isn’t precise enough. She’s more than beautiful and yet not at the same time. She’s attractive, but not in a regular way, and gorgeous just doesn’t seem to do her justice. It is too common of a word and nothing I’ve seen of Finity Jones is common. Except maybe her last name.

“Well you need to do something because you’re beginning to look like shit.”

“Hey.” I push my shoulder into him when he leans down to retrieve his trash, then walk out the door. “I look like…” There’s a flash of hair, the perfect shade. “It’s her.”

Liam stands beside me, peering down the street at the rush of people. “I think you’re beginning to see things, mate.” He clamps me on the shoulder and squeezes in mock sympathy.

I start walking, twisting and weaving my way through the crowd.

“What about class?” Liam yells.

I don’t care about class. I don’t care that it’s my final year at law school and I’m so close to finishing. Right now I don’t care about anything but the locks of brown hair in the distance.

“I’ll meet you there,” I yell back.

He throws his hands up in disbelief and walks in the opposite direction.

I start to jog, pushing my way through the slow movers, calling out apologies until finally, I’m close enough to yell out to her.

“Finity!”

She throws a curious glance over her shoulder but doesn’t see me and keeps walking.

“Finity!” I push my way past a particularly large man and reach out to grab her shoulder. She looks startled, and slightly frightened as she turns, but when she sees it’s me, she smiles.

“It’s the smoker who doesn’t smoke.”

That’s not how I’d hoped she’d remember me. “Hudson.” I shove my hand out awkwardly. She looks down at it with a smirk on her face, but instead of shaking it, she takes a step forward and places a soft peck on my cheek.

“I know. Hudson James, right?”

“You know my last name.” For some reason that makes me grin.

“And yet I still didn’t kill you.”

I laugh. “You’re a hard woman to find.”

“You were looking for me?”

“Ever since that night.”

She lifts a brow. “Why?”

She asks it so bluntly, I take a step back. “Why?” I repeat.

She nods, a smile still playing at the corners of her lips. “Why were you looking for me?”

I wish I had the lingering effects of alcohol flowing through my bloodstream like I did that night. Any confidence I normally have seems to have vanished.

“Because…”

She looks at me expectantly.

“Because I’m meant to fall in love with you.”

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