curb to drop me off.
Carl hopped out and opened my door, and I turned to Fin, but he was staring down at his phone.
“I’ll see you later?” I said, but it sounded more like a question. He looked up at me as if he’d forgotten I was there. “Fin?” He blinked and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. I grabbed my stuff and slid out of the car, thanking Carl and giving Fin a wave. He smiled and waved back, and as I watched the car drive away, he put the phone to his ear.
I was paranoid the rest of the morning. A phone call with Fin’s father could go one of two ways. Either his father would fuck with his head and tell him he needed to go back, or Fin would finally stand up to him. I hoped for the latter, but I didn’t know if it would happen. Fin had finally trusted me with his biggest secret. It would take him some time to own up to the fact that his father had been manipulating him for most of his life. You didn’t just get over something like that overnight. But he’d taken the first step and that was what mattered.
I just wished we had more time. We should just head to a deserted island, leave our messy and complicated lives behind, and just lie on the beach together. How wonderful that would be. There would be drinks in coconuts and afternoon delight, and lots of spanking. It would be heaven.
When my morning classes were done and I had a break for lunch I sent Fin a text message. He responded right away and some of my paranoia dissipated.
Be right there. ☺
And when I stepped outside, there he was, with a smile on his face and the car door open. I nearly ran to him, but then I saw his eyes.
His smile was put on for my benefit. His eyes were hard and dark. Something had definitely happened during that phone call.
“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.
“Hello, Marisol,” he said, leaning forward to kiss my cheek. His lips were strangely dry.
“Everything okay?” I asked as he slid into the car next to me. He opened his mouth to say something and then seemed to change his mind.
“Not exactly. My father called. Again. And he told me I have to get on the first plane out. He bought me a ticket and I have orders to head to the airport within the next twelve hours or else.”
A sick feeling started in the pit of my stomach.
“So what are you going to do?” I asked in a quiet voice.
He took my hands again, and I knew he wasn’t going to say the words I wanted to hear.
“I have to go back, Marisol. It’s not because of him. It’s because I dropped everything. I just left all these loose ends and I need to tie them up if I have any hope of ever being on my own. I can’t just . . . quit. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but please understand this doesn’t mean I’m going back to the way things were. I’m changing. I can feel it, and it’s because of you. I don’t want to be that person anymore. I want to be better for you. I want to be able to give you all the things you need, and in order to do that, I have to close this chapter of my life so we can write a new one together.”
I couldn’t stop the tears from coming.
“Oh, Marisol.” He used his thumbs to brush away my tears. “We’re going to be so much stronger when we come out on the other side of this. I know you know that.”
I did. Our path wasn’t an easy one, and we had a lot to go through before we could get to stable ground. We covered a lot already, but there was still more.
“It’s okay, I understand. I believe you, and I know you’re going to finally take your freedom and come back to me. I believe that more than anything in the world.”
He leaned forward and kissed me. I melted into him and he put his arms around me and held me so close I could barely breathe.
“I’m doing this for the both of us. You’ve given me the strength to start. I’m so grateful for you, Marisol. Even if you left me today and we never saw each other again, my life has been changed for having you in
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