Page 26 of Forever Finn

His hands are fisted in my scrubs as he devours my mouth, swallowing my groans. My arms wrap around him pulling him in tighter as I feel the same heady whip of desperation that he does. It’s like we can’t get close enough. His hard body is grinding against me vibrating with need.

“Took you long enough to get here,” he gasps, as he tears his lips from mine panting heavily.

“It’s. Been. Ten. Minutes. Since. Your. Message…” I punctuate every word with a kiss, watching as his eyes roll in pleasure and his head falls back allowing me to trail my lips down his throat.

“Fuck, Wyatt,” he gasps, as I nip at his skin, careful not to leave a mark even though all I want to do is suck a giant hickey into his neck so everyone knows he’s taken. I fumble for his belt. If he wants to fuck, I am more than happy to oblige.

“No, wait.” He stills my hands and laughs as he rests his forehead against mine breathing heavily.

I chuckle and turn to look at the surrounding space. “What are we doing here when we could already be naked in my bed?”

“Isn’t it amazing?” He grins as he looks around at the old foyer.

“It’s an old derelict building,” I reply slowly in amusement.

He laughs out loud. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“You have?” I blink as I stare at him.

He reaches behind me and locks the door before grasping my hand and towing me across the foyer toward the auditorium eagerly. It’s dimly lit and smells old and musty, but I follow him down the sloping decline of the aisle easily. He could lead me into the bowels of Hell and I’d probably still follow along behind him with a smile on my face.

A small flickering light catches my eye and as we near the stage, I realise there are dozens of tiny glass jars filled with lit candles and in the center a blanket is spread out and on it a picnic.

“Finn.” I stop and stare.

“It’s um…” He swallows, looking suddenly unsure. “I know we haven’t been able to go out in public and as much as I’ve enjoyed hanging out at your place, I really wanted to take you on a date, and so I thought… a picnic.” He bites his lip nervously. “It’s stupid right?”

Jesus Christ this man is going to wreck me.

“Finn.” I slide my hand along his face, feeling the rasp of his stubble as I cup his jaw. “It’s perfect.” I brush my lips along his in a feather light whisper, our mouths still slightly swollen from making out in the foyer.

“Really?” He grins.

“Perfect,” I repeat as I kiss him again softly.

12

Ipull back and breathe in relief, taking Wyatt’s hand I lead him up onto the stage. Settling down on the blanket opposite each other with a small feast laid out between us I can’t help the nerves dancing in my belly. I’m not even sure why; being with Wyatt is as easy as breathing.

“This looks amazing.” Wyatt scans the dishes laid out between us. “Nat?”

“Of course.” I smile. “The guy’s a genius in the kitchen, and I wanted it to be special. If I’d been in charge of it, you’d have got marmite sandwiches and a sausage roll.”

“Urgh, marmite.” Wyatt grimaces. “I don’t know how you Brits eat that stuff, it’s gross.”

I laugh and some of the nerves in my belly ease as I pick up a baby tomato and bite into it.

“It is a bit of a British institution.” I settle in comfortably as I reach for the bottle of wine and pour two glasses. “Marmite on toast is a breakfast staple around here, but it’s one of those things that you either love it or hate it.”

“I’m firmly in the hate it camp.” Wyatt accepts a glass from me, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Well, I’m firmly in the love it camp.” I sip the wine, letting the cool crisp taste dance across my tongue. “I guess it’s true what they say.”

“And that is?”

“Opposites attract,” I reply.

He chuckles again gazing at all the food laid out. “I feel like I should have dressed up and made more of an effort, but…”