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There are so many. It almost seems like the church is made entirely out of stained glas s. I’d love to marry Finn here.
    Nope. There I go daydreaming when I promised myself I wouldn’t do that. I don’t know if the time I’m taking away from him is even going to help me. His engagement ring do esn’t help my quandary, either.
    When Finn returns, again, he leaves no space between us as we kneel, wrapping his arm around me. He unexpectedly dips his head down, his goatee scraping against my skin, as he tenderly kisses the side of my forehead. Goosebumps cover my arms and I lean into him more.
    After the service as everyone exits the church, Finn holds me back from leaving with the crowd. People file past us and Finn sits, tugging at my hand to sit down with him.
    As he strokes my fingers, I look into the dark, soulful eyes that I love. “What is it?”
    “I just want to sit here with you for a few minutes before you go.” I suppose it’s safe since we’re in a church, and as Rod said, ‘Jesus is watching us.’
    I shift to face him and his hand drops from the back of the bench to my bare knee, his fingers lightly grazing my skin. “Thank you for coming. This meant a lot to me.” We smile at each other and my heart unexpectedly skips a beat. “I didn’t feel so alone. I felt whole with you next to me.” Letting go of my hand, he lightly grasps some of my pallid brown hair and tucks it behind my ear as I stare at his face. Mindlessly, my left hand drifts to his upper arm, and even though he’s wearing long sleeves, the surge I feel touching him is ever-present.
    I quietly say, “I love that you can share this with me.” Glancing around, I notice he still has a gentle hold of my hair as I turn my head. “This church is astounding.”
    Hearing the smile in his voice, he says, “I’m glad you like it. I want you to be here with me every week.”
    Turning back to Finn, I nod and smile as my heart continues to accelerate. “I’d love that. That would mean the world to me.”
    Finn’s beautiful smile suddenly fails and his gaze darts away from me, as if he’s unsure of what he wants to say. Letting go of my hair and finally looking to me, but slackening the grip he has on my hand, he clears his throat and asks, “Would it be okay if I make a reservation for a cabin? I’m not sure how far out the waiting list is, so I’d like to do it as soon as possible. If you don’t want to now, that’s fine.”
    I squeeze his hand and smile. “Go ahead and look into it. I want to go away with you.”
    “I want to do this so much, Becks. We need time to ourselves with no interruptions, no bombshells dropped, and no younger sister pestering us. We can have time to talk, laugh, take walks, to…” His eyes drift to the altar and he bites his lip. “Fly kites.”
    I giggle and move my free hand to stroke his now-smooth jaw. “Yes, we do need time away together. It’ll be nice.”
    His searching eyes are somber. “I really can’t wait, baby. I miss you.”
    “I miss you, too, Sparks.” My thumb skates over his skin and his throat bobs as we stare at each other in peaceful silence.
    Finn swallows hard. “Becks, whatever I can do to fix us, I’ll do it.” It’s not all his fault. It’s mine for not accepting him for who he is and what he wants. He’s made his intentions, or his non-intentions, very clear from the start.
    “It’s me I’m trying to fix. I’m just trying to reconcile myself to that. I don’t want to be a never-ending burden for you.”
    He sighs and glances around us, his fingers still on my knee lightly dig into my skin. “I’ve said it before, you’re not.” His gaze once more returns to mine. “Ricky told me what you said. I don’t want you giving up on anything. It breaks my heart that I’m breaking yours.”
    “You’ve always made it clear what you want, or don’t want. It’s me that needs to come to an understanding about it.”
    Shaking his head, he looks down to the bench