Page 155 of When We Lied
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“Fucking finally,” he says, right before he kisses me.
It’s a slow, all-consuming, toe-curling kiss that leaves us both breathless by the time we pull away.
“I love you, Finneas.”
“I love you more, my Josie, my love, my heart, my sun, my everything,” he responds, kissing me again before he wraps his arms around me. “You own me. I think you have from the moment I heard you laugh.”
“Hey, Finn,” I say, my words slightly muffled against his chest.
He chuckles. “Yes?”
“Do you believe in divine timing now?” I ask, pulling away slightly so I can look up at him.
He searches my eyes with such intensity that I nearly forget how to breathe. “Every second I’m with you,” he says softly as he bends his head to kiss me again.
