Beah considered his statement. The old Finn would’ve just driven her home, not giving her much of an option, teasing, charming and persuading her into doing whatever he wanted. Grown-up Finn was giving her a choice and she appreciated it.
But she still didn’t know if going home with him was a good idea.
“Jeez, Finn, I don’t know. This could become complicated.”
Finn’s green eyes were steady on hers. “You’re overthinking this, Bee.”
Was he right? Was she overanalyzing the situation? Sleeping with Finn didn’t mean anything had to change; she would still be the same person she was before. She’d just be Beah with a sex life.
Sleeping with Finn didn’t mean she’d have to make any compromises or change her thinking. He was asking to share her body, not her life. A good thing, since she wasn’t about to give up her independence for anyone, to rely on anyone, ever again.
“Maybe this will help you decide,” Finn murmured before she could give him her answer.
He cupped the back of her neck and his lips touched hers in a surprisingly tender kiss. Beah murmured her approval as he softly, gently explored her mouth.
It was a first kiss, a getting-to-know-you-again kiss, a kiss with no beginning and no end. Beah forgot she was sitting in his car just a mile from his condo. It felt like she was sitting on a moonlit beach in Santorini, in an isolated treehouse in the Pacific Northwest. It was sweet and sigh-worthy and persuasive.
She wanted this, she wanted him...
Had she ever stopped? No, not really.
She was going to say yes.