When she made the sweetest whimper against my lips, all control abandoned me. I gripped her harder, pulled her closer, kissed her deeper. I wanted her to forget any memory of some idiot cheating on her. I wanted her to be here with me with no regrets.

I pulled away enough to whisper against her lips, “If I could, I would never let anyone else hurt you.” If only you were really mine.

I knew I would be a mere two-week hook up for her, and she would gain her confidence back and go back to Florida, to all the tan surfer boys. But if I could give her enough to remember me. Enough to make me not some guy she met on a plane. I wanted her to still think of me long after she was married and with kids. Was that terrible? Probably.

I needed to be etched into her mind, the way she was in mine.

I shifted Olive closer to me, and her hands traced my chest up to my hair. She ran her wet fingers through the strands, dampening them. She pulled away, and I fought to bring her lips back to me.

“Finn, we can’t do this here.” I was grateful that she ended that sentence with here and not ever. I press one more kiss to her lips. “Come home with me.” I prayed my luck was still gracious enough to allow her into my bed.

She kissed me back and pushed her thighs against mine. A deep groan filled the air around us, and I realized it was coming from me. I was having an entire out-of-body experience by having her in my lap.

Olive slowly pulled away again. “I…can’t.”

I draped both my long arms around her small waist. “Why not?”

She looked down to my lips and back to my eyes, like she was considering changing her mind. “I have to go back home soon.”

I shrugged. “I’m sure your parents don’t mind. You’re what, twenty-five? I doubt they think we are just innocently driving around.”

She bit her swollen bottom lip. “No, I mean I have to go back to Florida soon and I—“ She paused to take a deep breath. “I don’t want to be just a two-week fling.”

Something about that gave me comfort. She was thinking of me as more than a fling and although she was denying me a night in bed together—I agreed with her. She was far deserving of more than a two-week fling and a quick goodbye. At the same time, I knew if I had the knowledge of what Olive tasted like on my lips while she was here, I don’t think I would survive when she left.

“Do you just not want a long-distance thing or…” I dragged my sentence out in hopes she’d finish it for me.