Page 47 of The Dangers of Daydreaming (Love Connections #2)
Epilogue
Lucy
Finn was squinting down at the envelope, one eye shut and the other barely open, as we sat on my couch in Utah.
“Go on!” I said, bouncing in my seat. “What does it say?”
He still didn’t open it, instead looking over at me.
I settled my excitement a little when I saw the apprehension in his face.
He swallowed, tapping the thick white envelope in his hand. “But what if it’s a no?”
I twined my fingers with his. “Then we’ll figure out the next step together.”
“But I want to be here. With you.”
It had been a long eight months of him finishing up his last semester while applying to medical schools.
Eight months of getting to know each other even more.
My heart had known he was it for me, even before I knew if he was the kind of person to leave the toilet seat up (he wasn’t) or who always forgot where he left his keys (he was), but it was still good to get all those little ticks figured out.
We’d managed a visit—me to him in Canada at school or him to me in Utah at my job, which I’d shockingly not lost by running off to PEI days after getting the promotion—at least once a month, but neither of us loved the setup.
Plus, the curse was still alive, even if it was a bit less vindictive.
I mean, how many times can one lose their luggage, have their flight canceled, or discover they were allergic to a very specific species of bee?
But I guess that was just life , and each misstep ended up making for a good story later.
“Alberta accepted you. If that’s where you choose to go, that’s where we’ll go.”
He turned to face me fully on the couch, the letter forgotten in his hands for the moment. “You’re not moving for me.”
“Honestly, I think I’d be moving for me as much as you,” I said with a kiss to his lips.
He captured my face before I pulled away, making my peck more of a mini make-out sesh, which I happily allowed.
“But your job. You worked so hard for it.”
“I might have been working with them on the possibility of a remote position.”
His brows lifted. “That would be amazing. But you love Utah.”
“I love home. I’m a homebody… But…” I looked down at our entwined hands, his thumb brushing across the top of mine. “But you’re my home, Finn. Wherever you are, I’ll be happy.”
He squeezed my hand. “Okay. This doesn’t seem so scary anymore, then.” He lifted the letter. “I was really worried it was going to spell the end of my plans to kiss you every day.” As if making a point, he leaned over and planted one on me again. Then another to my forehead.
“And here I thought you wanted to get into medical school, not just get closer to me.”
“It’s all about priorities, baby.”
I laughed and swatted him, pointing at the letter. “Well, open it! I’m dying here.”
Slowly, he peeled back the top of the letter. I would have just torn it, but the only indication I gave of my impatience was the bouncing up and down of my leg. He unfolded the paper and held it so we could rea d together.
My eyes skipped down, landing on a few select words, and I threw my fists into the air, screaming as I launched myself at him. “You got in! You got in!”
His arms snaked around me, keeping me close and burying his face in my hair. I felt him give a massive sigh. “Every day,” he murmured. “I get to kiss you every day.”
And he proved his point by starting right then.