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Authors: Chelsea M. Cameron
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the night?
Nothing was making sense. But Carl wouldn’t stop knocking, so I got out of bed, putting on one of Fin’s shirts. I slept naked, mostly because Fin’s sheets were so nice on my bare skin.
I made sure the robe was cinched tight and my chest wasn’t hanging out before I stumbled to the front door and opened it without bothering to look through the peephole.
“Good morning, Marisol,” Fin said.
And now a bonus scene from F in…
I wasn’t sure how she was going to react when I showed up at her door. I was taking a huge risk. My father wasn’t happy with me for that little day off I’d taken. I still hadn’t heard the end of that, and I knew he was going to be punishing me for it soon. His favorite punishments were the surprise ones. Lull you into a false sense of security and then drop it on you.
It was a far better punishment to live constantly in fear. That could be punishment enough sometimes.
But she had an expression on her face the other night that I just couldn’t stand. It was hopelessness, and it destroyed me. So I told my father I had something to do and got on a plane as soon as I could, and prayed that nothing caused me a delay in getting to her.
One of my connections was ten minutes late, and I nearly bit the flight attendant’s head off. If I hadn’t been sitting in first class, she might not have put up with it. But I didn’t care.
I had to get to her. To see if she was okay. To make sure we were okay. I needed to see her. To feel her. To remind myself she was real and not just a figment of my wildest imagination. Most of the time it felt that way, but my twisted mind never could have conjured someone as good as Marisol. As sweet. As trusting. I saw it in her eyes the first night we were together. That absolute trust. It had scared me at first, but now it thrilled me. Made me feel almost high. Like the high I used to get from drugs, only so much better.
I hadn’t brought any bags with me, just my computer, so I rushed from the Logan airport straight to the waiting Town Car. Carl didn’t seem surprised to see me.
“She’ll be happy to see you,” he said, but that was the only mention he made of Marisol. I went to her place, naturally, but she wasn’t there. I had a brief moment of blind panic, and then I texted her. It was the middle of the night, but I was running on adrenaline. The jetlag hadn’t kicked in yet, but it would soon. I just had to get to her first.
She messaged me back that she was at my place, and I exhaled in relief. It made me happy she was there. Carl drove as fast as he could, and I got there but couldn’t go up.
I sat in the car for a long time. Carl got out, leaning against the hood. I’d been so eager to see her and now I was scared. What if she decided she didn’t want to see me anymore? What if the distance was too much? What if, in the time that I’d been in the air, coming to see her, she’d made up her mind to end it?
I finally got out of the car and looked up at the building, staring at the window that she was on the other side of.
“She’ll be happy to see you, Mr. Fin,” Carl said again. He just nodded at the door. “Go see your girl.”
I slowly walked towards the door, my mouth getting drier with every step. My hands started shaking, so I shoved them in my pockets.
I was probably pretty gross from flying on a plane and not sleeping and not changing my clothes, but I didn’t care. I had to see her.
I took the elevator up to my place, and took a deep breath as the doors opened. Walking to my door seemed to take a lifetime. I thought about just walking in, but I didn’t want to startle her.
So I knocked on my own door. And waited.
And knocked again.
And waited.
Maybe she wasn’t here. Maybe she was still sleeping.
But then I heard her bare feet against the floor, and the door finally opened.
There she was.
She took my breath away.
Don’t forget to check out
Deep Surrendering
Episode 7
when it comes out on
Nothing was making sense. But Carl wouldn’t stop knocking, so I got out of bed, putting on one of Fin’s shirts. I slept naked, mostly because Fin’s sheets were so nice on my bare skin.
I made sure the robe was cinched tight and my chest wasn’t hanging out before I stumbled to the front door and opened it without bothering to look through the peephole.
“Good morning, Marisol,” Fin said.
And now a bonus scene from F in…
I wasn’t sure how she was going to react when I showed up at her door. I was taking a huge risk. My father wasn’t happy with me for that little day off I’d taken. I still hadn’t heard the end of that, and I knew he was going to be punishing me for it soon. His favorite punishments were the surprise ones. Lull you into a false sense of security and then drop it on you.
It was a far better punishment to live constantly in fear. That could be punishment enough sometimes.
But she had an expression on her face the other night that I just couldn’t stand. It was hopelessness, and it destroyed me. So I told my father I had something to do and got on a plane as soon as I could, and prayed that nothing caused me a delay in getting to her.
One of my connections was ten minutes late, and I nearly bit the flight attendant’s head off. If I hadn’t been sitting in first class, she might not have put up with it. But I didn’t care.
I had to get to her. To see if she was okay. To make sure we were okay. I needed to see her. To feel her. To remind myself she was real and not just a figment of my wildest imagination. Most of the time it felt that way, but my twisted mind never could have conjured someone as good as Marisol. As sweet. As trusting. I saw it in her eyes the first night we were together. That absolute trust. It had scared me at first, but now it thrilled me. Made me feel almost high. Like the high I used to get from drugs, only so much better.
I hadn’t brought any bags with me, just my computer, so I rushed from the Logan airport straight to the waiting Town Car. Carl didn’t seem surprised to see me.
“She’ll be happy to see you,” he said, but that was the only mention he made of Marisol. I went to her place, naturally, but she wasn’t there. I had a brief moment of blind panic, and then I texted her. It was the middle of the night, but I was running on adrenaline. The jetlag hadn’t kicked in yet, but it would soon. I just had to get to her first.
She messaged me back that she was at my place, and I exhaled in relief. It made me happy she was there. Carl drove as fast as he could, and I got there but couldn’t go up.
I sat in the car for a long time. Carl got out, leaning against the hood. I’d been so eager to see her and now I was scared. What if she decided she didn’t want to see me anymore? What if the distance was too much? What if, in the time that I’d been in the air, coming to see her, she’d made up her mind to end it?
I finally got out of the car and looked up at the building, staring at the window that she was on the other side of.
“She’ll be happy to see you, Mr. Fin,” Carl said again. He just nodded at the door. “Go see your girl.”
I slowly walked towards the door, my mouth getting drier with every step. My hands started shaking, so I shoved them in my pockets.
I was probably pretty gross from flying on a plane and not sleeping and not changing my clothes, but I didn’t care. I had to see her.
I took the elevator up to my place, and took a deep breath as the doors opened. Walking to my door seemed to take a lifetime. I thought about just walking in, but I didn’t want to startle her.
So I knocked on my own door. And waited.
And knocked again.
And waited.
Maybe she wasn’t here. Maybe she was still sleeping.
But then I heard her bare feet against the floor, and the door finally opened.
There she was.
She took my breath away.
Don’t forget to check out
Deep Surrendering
Episode 7
when it comes out on
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