Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Half of the diner also seemed to notice, because I heard Mary Ellen’s signature gasp all the way from here.
“Boys!” she called out.
“Oh, she’s going to flip,” Dani said from next to me.
But Mary Ellen had a different idea. “Hold that pose, boys, right there,” she was saying as she got up, hobbling her way over. “I need a picture of that.”
Finn kept his arms around me as she snapped a couple of photos, and I started laughing against Finn’s lips.
“Well, that’s not how I expected you to thank him for cutting the strawberries,” Dad said, scratching his head.
“I fucking love you guys,” Dani said, coming in to give each of us hugs. “You finally worked things out. Good God.”
“Looks like they did more than just working it out!” Dad called out, and even Mary Ellen laughed from across the counter.
“I love you,” Finn told me. “You’re really okay with doing that? In front of everyone? They’re going to, uh, expect things, Ori, you know that? Like, long-term things?”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “I think I want to try. Maybe I really fucking want to.”
“Lovebirds, we’ve still got plenty of tickets to finish,” Dad warned us from over by the grill. “I’ll expect a love story later, but for now, get back to work, kid.”
I still couldn’t keep a smile off of my face as I went back to coffee and milkshake duty. Finn went out to give Mary Ellen her strawberries and she caught him up in a conversation about her grandson, who had apparently recently come out as gay.
For the longest time, I couldn’t imagine introducing any guy to my parents. Couldn’t imagine being serious enough with anyone to get to a point where it would even happen.
But with Finn, I’d acted on instinct.
I was starting to think my instinct was what worked best with him, every time.
From the moment we left the diner we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Finn’s hand was glued to my knee in the car, and even as we walked up to the house, he kept an arm around my waist, like he was afraid I’d float away like a balloon.
We were beyond words when we got inside, kissing each other and pulling off every clothing item until we made it to Finn’s bed.
In all my life, I’d never felt more natural with someone. We didn’t question what we wanted to do—we just let our bodies take over, like we were making up for lost time.
By the time his hand made it to my cock it had already been aching for him. His mouth was on me a minute later, and we took turns sucking each other off like we were in a competition for who gave the best blow job.
And then we did it all again, an hour later.
…And then we did it again, late into the evening, after we’d shared a couple of beers, watched a movie on the couch together, and had a good dinner.
We fell asleep late, tangled in each other’s arms, naked and totally fucking spent after making each other come three times each.
Through it all, we didn’t stop to talk about the past, the future, or anything but how much we cared about each other. How much we wanted to do to each other. I didn’t worry about getting too committed or too serious, because this was Finn. I already felt more deeply about him than anyone in the world.
After it all, truly, I knew one thing for certain: I did belong.
After a long, deep sleep I woke up to the smell of bacon, maple syrup, and coffee, emanating from the kitchen like the scent of heaven itself. I got up and walked down the hall, the hardwood floor cool under my feet.
“All right, we already have to call this whole thing off,” I told Finn, seeing him taking a piece of French toast out of a pan. “You’re too perfect. I can’t handle it.”
“Morning,” he said, walking over to me and planting a kiss on my lips. “I know you’ve got to be at the diner in a few hours. I wanted to make some stuff when I got back from feeding the horses.”
“This isn’t just some stuff, it’s a feast,” I said. “Do you need to see any clients today?”
“I have two, in the late afternoon. I’m free until then.”
I went to throw on a pair of sweatpants and came back to eat Finn’s elaborate meal. I still felt like I was in some dream world, like this was a vacation instead of my actual life. He told me about how one of his favorite horses at Minton Ranch, Maisie, was doing a cute little hop this morning when he’d arrived, and I told him I’d be happy to come meet them sometime.