American Honey
“Yep,” he replies again with a kiss.
“I know all this because Will told me.”
“Yep,” he replies with a kiss.
“You jerk! Are you even listening to me?”
“Yep,” he says and doesn’t forget the kiss.
“Finn, I don’t understand because the day in the office it seemed like you and your dad were best friends.”
Finn goes to answer my question, and I immediately feel bad for prying into such rough issues when we just barely figured everything out.
“Wait,” I interrupt him, “kiss me first.”
I feel the boat slow down and then the motor dies. Finn stands up, walking us towards the back of the boat and lays me down on a long bench. His body covers mine and when we are nose to nose, he begins to talk.
“My dad is pissed that I never went to college. He’s pissed I want to farm with my granddaddy. My family owns this town and he’s dead set on me owning my own business. He wants nothing to do with my mom’s side of the family and it kills him that I do. Farming is in my blood. My momma loved that farm and so do I. Dad makes it all look great for the community, but yeah, someone like Will, whose lived here forever and rents office space from him, would know the whole story.”
“He wants you with Kara,” the words leave my mouth before I even realize.
They are the cold hard truth and the thought that makes seeing Kara even harder. Finn is supposed to be with her, building a future and making beautiful babies.
“I’m supposed to be a dentist or pharmacist, too. I’m not. I’m just the good old boy who loves life and is going to follow in his granddaddy’s footsteps.”
I don’t have any more words to speak because the truth is Finn is out of my league. His father would be disgusted to know his son has fallen for the crippled nurse in town.
“Look at me,” I hear his voice again. “I want you, Tessa, and I do get everything I want.”
“I’m just not right for you, Finn.”
“Where is this all coming from?” He asks getting even closer to my lips.
“It’s the truth. I just look into the future and don’t see us making it.”
“I don’t think it’s your decision to decide.”
“I won’t be able to walk away from you a whole person, Finn.”
“Why do you think you’ll ever have to walk away?”
“Good things never happen to me.”
“Ever think this may be your happy ever after?”
“I want it to be,” I whisper.
“Then let’s get started telling our story, Tess.”
I giggle at him calling me Tess. It doesn’t last long before his lips are on mine. I feel his hands roam up and down my side before he has me sitting up in his lap, and he’s stripping my clothes off. Looking around, while Finn kisses his way down my neck, I realize we are in the middle of a rocky cove with no one for miles.
Throwing back my head, I feel Finn begin to write our story upon my skin.
Chapter 7
Quite the Catch
“Finn,” I scream. “I caught something.”