Deep Surrendering (Episode Three) by Chelsea M. Cameron Read Free Book Online Page A

been looking forward to it, but now I wasn’t. Still, I needed the money.
    “That’s fine. We should probably have a break from each other. Maybe learn some self-control. Me, not you,” he said. A shadow of a smile drifted across his face and I stepped closer, drawing my hands up and putting them around his neck.
    “Hey,” I said. He’d retreated again. His mind must be an interesting place. I pictured it a bit like the enchanted forest, filled with beautiful and dark things you’d never seen before. And if you weren’t careful, you’d get lost and never find yourself again.
    “I’m so sorry, Marisol. I’ve treated you badly and I wish I could reverse time and make some different decisions. I seem to make the wrong ones when I’m with you.” There was a smile.
    “Well, I haven’t made the best ones with you, either. And if I don’t leave right now, I’m going to make another bad one and skip all my classes, which would be a terrible idea since I skipped last week.” I raised myself on my toes and he leaned down and met my lips in the middle for a quick kiss. It was sweet and over too soon.
    “Go,” he said. “I’ll be waiting for you and thinking of you.”
    “Me too. Oh, and thank you for last night. It was perfect.” He took my hand and walked me to the door and then down to the front of the building, where Carl waited, standing next to the car, as if his only goal in life was to drive me to class.
    “See you later?” he said, squeezing my hand and kissing the top of my head.
    “See you later,” I agreed, and gave him another kiss before turning and getting into the car as Carl held the door open for me.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    I’d thought a mental break from being with Fin would be good. When I was with him, it was hard to think straight and see things with any rationality.
    In FinLand, common sense took a backseat to lust. Not the best environment for thinking.
    I threw my mind into my classes, but little things kept reminding me of him. A book, or the color of someone’s shirt, or anybody with shaggy dark hair. A million little things made me think of him. Or I’d see something funny, something silly that only he would find amusing, or odd, or interesting.
    Trying my best to shut him out, I focused on one task at a time, but the day crawled by. My reprieve came at noon when I had lunch with Chloe.
    “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ten years, and I know it hasn’t been that long. But it feels that long.” She took a bite of her Reuben sandwich and chewed.
    “It really hasn’t been that long. I guess I’ve just been distracted.”
    “By peen. You’ve been distracted by peen. I get it, I get it. Actually, I don’t get it, but I do. You know?”
    I took a bite of my meatball sub and gave her a look. She wasn’t making any sense, but I knew exactly what she was saying. That was the power of friendship.
    “He’s so complicated and frustrating, and the second I think I’ve figured him out he does something completely…” I was at a loss for words again.
    “Well, you have only known him for a few weeks. If he ran out of ways to surprise you now, it would be a pretty dull relationship, right?”
    She had a point. If Fin was predictable, I don’t know if I would be as willing to keep seeing him.
    “But I hate surprises,” I said.
    “No, you say you hate them. But really, you love them. The thrill of the unknown. It’s why people watch scary movies and have sex with strangers. You never know what you’re going to get.”
    I didn’t know about the sex with strangers part, but I understood the scary movie bit. Well, not really. I hated scary movies, just like I hated surprises.
    “No, I really do hate them,” I said.
    Chloe just kept arguing with me and finally I decided to change the subject.
    “Okay, enough about me and surprises. What’s new with you? How’s work?”
    “Fuck work. I hate work.” You’d think being the manager of a spa would be relaxing, but she