Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“God, yes,” she whisper-hisses as she removes her shirt. I take one of her nipples into my mouth as I pinch the other.
We fuck hard and fast, greedily racing toward the edge.
At this moment, nothing matters but her.
I selfishly wish I could freeze time so we could stay like this forever. When Oakley Benson entered my life, I couldn’t wait for her to leave. Now I’m dreading the moment she does.
Our movements slow, and I can tell she’s close. I kiss her and tell her how gorgeous she is before she completely loses herself. I can’t hold back any longer and spill inside her. She leans her forehead against mine, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight.
My heart gallops as we catch our breaths and come back down to reality. She kisses me one more time, and her lips linger a little longer than usual.
After we’ve cleaned up, Oakley yawns, and I know she’s beyond exhausted.
“Let’s go to bed.” I reach for the remote and turn off the TV.
She stands, and I grab her hand, then lead her upstairs. I’m honestly shocked she’s not hovering over a toilet right now.
Oakley climbs under the comforter in just her panties, and I smile, loving it when she sleeps practically naked. I join her in only my boxers.
As I roll over and spoon her, I whisper. “Guess what?”
Oakley hums in response.
“I’ve still never seen Halloweentown from beginning to end.”
“Dammit,” she mumbles with a laugh.
“Don’t worry, I’ve never seen Elf all the way through either,” I admit.
“What am I gonna do with you, Finn? Those are classic holiday movies.”
I hold her a little tighter. “Maybe one day we can watch them together.”
“Deal,” she whispers right before we drift off to sleep. And I know deep down that’ll probably never happen.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
OAKLEY
DAY 19
I wake up with a heaviness in my heart, and I’m full of dread as this is the day I leave for good. Yesterday, I experienced one of the best Halloweens I’ve had as an adult. I was especially glad I woke up without a hangover, considering how much cider I had.
The town festival was incredible, and the reaction from the crowd when my painting was presented was even better. When everyone applauded and gushed over it, I nearly burst into tears but somehow kept it together. Afterward, the city council and mayor thanked me so many times, I lost count. I made Finn promise he’d send me a picture once it was hung in the town hall.
Although Finn and I didn’t dress up, the kids in costume were absolutely adorable. Watching the winner of the pumpkin-carving contest accept their trophy was one of the highlights. Hundreds were carved and set out for people to vote on as well as a panel of judges. All I have to say is Vermont takes their pumpkin carving very seriously, and I don’t know how half of these designs were humanly possible.
Most importantly, I spent the day with Finn. We held hands and kissed, and just being together felt right. I ate so many caramel apples, my stomach hurt, but I didn’t care. That evening, Finn took me around the farm so I could say goodbye to everyone. Hugging his grandma was the hardest.
Once we got home, we made love and held each other until we fell asleep.
However, all of that is making today that much harder.
After we wake up and devour each other—which felt more like a final goodbye than a good morning—Finn kisses the softness of my neck as he holds me. I try to take in every last second with him and cherish every moment we have left. I breathe in his musky scent, trying to remember the softness of his sheets and comforter, and how warm his body feels pressed against mine while I sleep.
We lie in each other’s arms until we’re forced to get up and get dressed. Reality calls, and I can’t miss my flight. He wouldn’t let me anyway.
Finn puts my luggage in the truck as I make us some coffee. I try to keep the mood light, but it’s obvious neither of us is enthusiastic about my departure. A black cloud floats over us, and I’m sure it’ll follow me back to California.
I’ve avoided thinking about what I’d say and do when our fling ended. Now, it feels like it snuck up and is smothering me.
“Thank you,” Finn says when I offer him his to-go mug. He wraps his strong arms around my waist and slides his tongue inside my mouth.
I moan against him, wishing things could be different.
“Welcome.” I take a sip of mine, and it nearly burns the roof of my mouth.
“We should get going,” he reminds me as if he knows I’m stalling.
“Yeah, guess so.” I breathe out slowly.
“I’ll get all your supplies shipped this week, so you should have them in a few days.” He gives me a sad smile.