Chapters (48)
- 1. One
- 2. Two
- 3. Three
- 4. Four
- 5. Five
- 6. Six
- 7. Seven
- 8. Eight
- 9. Nine
- 10. Ten
- 11. Eleven
- 12. Twelve
- 13. Thirteen
- 14. Fourteen
- 15. Fifteen
- 16. Sixteen
- 17. Seventeen
- 18. Eighteen
- 19. Nineteen
- 20. Twenty
- 21. Twenty-One
- 22. Twenty-Two
- 23. Twenty-Three
- 24. Twenty-Four
- 25. Twenty-Five
- 26. Twenty-Six
- 27. Twenty-Seven
- 28. Twenty-Eight
- 29. Twenty-Nine
- 30. Thirty
- 31. Thirty-One
- 32. Thirty-Two
- 33. Thirty-three
- 34. Thirty-Four
- 35. Thirty-Five
- 36. Thirty-Six
- 37. Thirty-Seven
- 38. Thirty-Eight
- 39. Thirty-Nine
- 40. Forty
- 41. Forty-One
- 42. Forty-Two
- 43. Forty-three
- 44. Epilogue
- Afterword
- Also by
- Acknowledgments
- About Author
And so we sat, watching the cars and lights pass by as we talked over our hopes, dreams, aspirations, regrets for who knows how long. Finn told me of his days skiing, how he loved the crisp snow beneath him and the wind whipping him as he flew down mountains. He told me stories of his tricks and motioned with his hands every bit of how he moved. I went on to tell him about my college days, how I used to have a great group of friends, and how talkative I always was. I told him about how close I used to be with Sarah and how after our last fight—what a terribly underrated word for what actually happened—we had a huge falling out.
Finn continually checked his watch, and I questioned him. “Are you worried about staying up too late?”
He hummed back to me. “No, nope.” He tapped my leg with his long fingers. “So, are you anxious about going back to your family tomorrow?”
I sighed. “Yeah, not so much for my sake but for them. I’m sure it’s hard to deal with Sarah’s and my past.”
“It must’ve been pretty bad for you to run off when you’re alone with her.”
I shrugged and picked at my chair arms. “It was rough. I left and deleted her number, and we didn’t speak again until this trip. I don’t know, it's just uncomfortable being in the same room as her.”
Finn listened to me rant about Sarah and never pushed or asked why. He checked his watch again, and I finally asked. “What are you waiting for?”
Without looking up, he said, “You’ll see in about… seven minutes.”
Finn reached out and pulled my chair closer to him, like he had in front of that waitress. It made my heart pound in my eardrums. Finn took what he wanted when he wanted it, and I had no complaints. He was a no-hesitations kind of guy, and I couldn’t help but adore it.
When our chairs faced each other, he reached a hand up to my chin. I nuzzled into his warm touch and hummed. Finn smiled down at me, and my heart raced.
“What do you want, Olive? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.” He quoted George Bailey with a cheesy accent, and I threw my head back to laugh.