Deep Surrendering: Episode Seven by Chelsea M. Cameron Read Free Book Online Page A

my name was for a moment as he smiled.
    “How was class?” he asked as he got in after me.
    “Good. What did you do with yourself?”
    “This and that,” he said. I wanted to roll my eyes at him. Fine, don’t tell me. “Sorry, it was nothing of consequence. I’m working on some things that might be very good in the near future. Just . . . trust me.” There was complete honesty in his words. He wasn’t saying he would never tell me, he was just saying not right now. I could deal with that.
    “Would you like to have dinner?” he asked. I was absolutely starving, but I didn’t feel like eating out.
    “Can we go to your place?” I said. “I just want to lay in bed and be lazy with you.”
    He pulled me under his arm. “That sounds perfect.”

I still didn’t know where we stood, or when he was going back, but I was just going to enjoy the time I had with him. Something told me to treasure it, and I listened to my intuition.
    Fin asked me what I wanted and I said I didn’t care. He could order whatever. That made him smile, the control freak.
    I headed to the bathroom and took a long shower, but he didn’t join me like I thought he might.
    I walked out in just my towel to find him laying in bed reading.
    “Hi,” I said, twisting my wet hair over one shoulder.
    “Food should be here in a few,” he said, his eyes skimming my body and then going back to the book. Oh, was this how it was going to be now?
    “Fin?” I asked, and he looked back up at me. I probably shouldn’t be doing this in just a towel, but I had to do it while I had the courage.
    “Yes, Marisol.” He set the book down and gave me his full attention.
    “What are we doing? With us? I know last night was . . . a lot, but I just need to know if you still want to be with me. Like we were, or maybe something more. I don’t know. I just feel like I never know where we stand. I’m being demanding, forget it.” I shook my head and went to get some clothes. Nearly half my wardrobe was here now. I might as well move in.
    Fin was silent for a long time and then there was a knock at the door. Had to be the food. Neither of us moved to get it.
    “The honest answer to that question is . . . I don’t know. I don’t even know what’s going to happen to me tomorrow. I want to be with you, if that’s what you’re asking. I want to be with you more than anything in this world. But I don’t know how right now. I don’t even know how to be me.” I didn’t know what he was going through, but I could imagine.
    “I just needed to hear that you still want to be with me. As long as I have that, I think I’m going to be okay,” I said. It was only a little lie. I just needed him to get his shit together and then we could move on. Together. I had to believe that somehow this would work out between us. I wasn’t giving up. Not by a long shot.
    He smiled at me and went to get the food.
    “Good. That’s all I needed to hear,” he said, stopping to kiss me on the forehead. It was a very sweet, chaste kiss—the kind you’d give your sister.
    Fin and I had gone from hot and heavy to sweet and cute. I definitely didn’t want cute right now. I was still pent up from him being gone for weeks, but I had to stick to my boundaries.
    I was the one who told him I wouldn’t be with him physically until he confided in me. What a filthy hypocrite I was.
    I shook my head at myself and got dressed. Fin came back with the food, and we sat down and started eating.
    “Movie?” Fin asked. I nodded. I needed something else to focus on while he was lying in bed next to me. When did I turn into such a horndog? Jesus, control yourself, Marisol.
    “Sure. You pick.” He fiddled with the remote and then You’ve Got Mail started playing. More Tom Hanks. It made me grin at him, and he grinned back.
    “Thought you might like this one as well. You know, because your boyfriend Tom Hanks is in it.” I rolled my eyes at him. Tom Hanks had nothing on Fin Herald. The