Letters to Molly (Maysen Jar Book 2)

Our lips collided as we both moved. Me, up into his arms. Him, backward, taking us higher up in the bed.

“What are we doing?

“You said you’d go in a few minutes.”

He laughed again, then bent and swiped my hand off my lap so fast, I didn’t even have time to blink before he’d hauled me off the couch.

Finn chuckled and stood from the couch. Then he held out his hand.

“Then because it’s foolish.”

“Me staying doesn’t change that fact.”

“You can’t stay.”

“I think you should go.”

“I think you should go.”