GAH!!! I can’t wait for Finn and Willow’s story to finally be in your hands. The love they have for one another is epic and their story is no different. EIGHT MORE DAYS!!! Until then, enjoy this little teaser, and don’t forget to preorder your copy of Dirty Little Secret!
“You really like this tree, don’t you?”
His voice is deep but smooth as silk. It causes a shiver to run up my spine.
“What do you want, Finn?” I ask, my voice flat and void of all emotion.
“Where do you want me to start?” His chuckle is out of character for him. He’s always been a quiet man. Well-spoken when needed but never a jokester.
“I came out here to be alone.”
“I don’t think you should be alone right now, little tree.”
Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh at the use of my nickname. He’s the only one who calls me that, but he hasn’t since we were in high school.
“Max is going to kill you,” I state as I open my eyes, keeping them focused on the meadow in front of me. Maybe the mention of my brother will scare him off.
“Max is going to kill me one of these days when he realizes how long I’ve been lying to him. Might as well be now. At least it’ll give him something to focus on besides the pain.”
Chancing a glance in his direction, my eyes travel up his body, taking in his long legs, trim waist, and broad shoulders. He’s wearing a black suit, black shirt, and cobalt blue tie. It stands out against the darkness of the rest of his appearance, drawing my attention.
“Nice tie.” Flicking my eyes to his, I try to gauge his reaction.
“Thanks. It’s my favorite.”
“Not really appropriate for a funeral.”
“Depends how you look at it,” he retorts, motioning to the patch of grass beside me. “May I?”
“Will you go away if I say no?”
“Probably not.” His eyes light up as a smirk slowly begins to spread across his face.
My lips betray me, quirking into a smile before I can stop them.
I love fighting with him. Bantering back and forth. The push and pull of our relationship. It’s always felt natural.
“Knock yourself out.”
Lowering himself to the ground and stretching his legs out in front of him, he nudges me with his shoulder. “I know everyone’s been kissing your ass all day but that’s not why I came out here, little tree. I know this sucks and it hurts. I won’t sugarcoat it. That’s not what you need.”
For some reason, his brutal honesty doesn’t make me feel any better, but it also doesn’t make me feel worse.
“If you’re so smart, what do I need then?” I ask, resting my head back against the uneven bark.
“You need to let it out. The anger. The fear. The grief. If you keep it bottled up, you’ll eventually break down and it’s not going to be pretty.”
“You don’t have to watch.”
“Never said I was going to.”
“Then go away so I can do what I came here to do.”
“I’ve seen you cry before. You don’t have to hide from me. I’ll still think you’re beautiful even if your cheeks are stained with tears.” His soft voice causes my heart to skip a beat.
Closing my eyes so he can’t see the way his words affect me, I take slow, deep, even breaths. When I don’t feel him move away, I reach out and push his shoulder with more force than necessary. My hand slips, my eyes fly open, and my head lands dangerously close to his cock.
“That’s not why I came here but if it’ll make you feel better …” Finn says as he helps me back up, holding me by the shoulders while he stares into my eyes. “I’m here, Willow. Whenever you need me. I’m not going anywhere, no matter what your brother wants.”
I can see the lust in his eyes. We’re closer than we’ve been since that night. The night I felt my heart soar only to plummet to the ground the next day and shatter into a million pieces.
“Last time you promised me something similar you weren’t there the next morning. I’ll take my chances going this alone.”
Lifting my chin in defiance, I put on a good front, but Finn knows me better than anyone else. He doesn’t just look at me, he sees me. The real me. He catches the shiver that runs up my spine, the flick of my eyes to his lips, the way my body leans into his even as I try to push him away.
Then he’s searching my eyes for permission. The second I nod my head, he pulls me into his lap and his lips crash against mine, triggering goosebumps to cover my exposed skin and my entire body to clench from the sensation. Moving to straddle him, I mold my body to his and allow myself to get lost in his touch.
Even if just for a minute.
To erase the pain of losing my father.
To replace it with the pain of losing Finn again when he walks away from me.