Finley Embraces Heart And Home (Love, Austen Book 4) by Anyta Sunday

Author:Anyta Sunday [Sunday, Anyta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-09-12T16:00:00+00:00

Mrs Norris.

If she wasn’t so evil . . . I just know she completely obscured my play from view on purpose. Ford wouldn’t have gone digging through my drawers for it if it hadn’t been for her.

“No more cuddles from me,” I tell her.

Her little lips lift in a smile.

Ethan rushes into my room, and I jerk my finger at Mrs Norris. “Take her. I never want to see her again.”

He looks at his cat, sprawled happily over my work, and crosses to me, his lips curving in gentle amusement, his eyes still filled with concern.

He wants to hug me and he won’t, and it makes everything worse. I shove his chest, and he rocks back with it. Let’s me do it again.

Just hold me in your arms!

“Fin. Fin, talk to me.”

I slump against the windowsill, and he perches next to me. He speaks so quietly, I almost don’t hear him. “You wrote a story about us?”

I swallow. The sun warms our backs. We grip the lip of the sill under us. “You were away for a year. I missed you.”

He nods, like this is understandable. How is he so calm about this when he’s the one who freaks out about touching me?

Because in his mind, that part of us is over. He doesn’t wallow in it like I do. He’s just made it a rule to move on.

“I didn’t think he’d find it, Eth. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?”

I struggle to lift my head and meet his confusion. “It’s not autobiographical, exactly.”

He shrugs this off with a chuckle. “You changed the names. Ford would have said something if he’d known it was based on us. I’m sure it’s fine.”

I shake my head. He’s not getting it. “It’s a fantasy.”

“Okay.”

He’s still not . . . “It’s everything I couldn’t tell you and wanted to.” My face is hot. “It’s everything I imagined you couldn’t tell me.”

He swallows. “Ah.”

“Exactly. It’s like being caught jerking off.”

“You don’t want me to read it?”

“And less, perform it!”

He nods.

God, when will he be comfortable enough—when will he trust himself enough—to hold me again?

If he trusts himself, he’s over you.

I still at the icy realization.

“I’ll convince them to swap the play,” he says.

I don’t want him ever trusting himself around me.

Ethan pushes off the sill and I grab his elbow, halting him. I let go quickly.

“I don’t think you can.”

“Sure I can. I will.”

“No, I mean. If you do, they’ll see its importance. They’ll guess the truth.”

Ethan absorbs this slowly, sinking back onto the sill. “Oh, shit. What if . . . what if . . .”

Neither of us have any what ifs.

I lean my head against the glass and laugh hollowly. “You’re going to read it. You’re going to act it.”

“Fin—”

“And I’m going to watch and pretend they’re not dreams I wish would come true.”

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