Petal
It has been a month since our first date, and not once have I felt like Finch wasn’t all in when it came to the two of us. Since the first morning of his sending a good morning text, he hasn’t missed a day. And I have come to look forward to them, along with the many texts we share throughout the day. Between the texts and the conversations we have every time we are together, I am surprised we haven’t run out of things to talk about already. But we haven’t, and I don’t think we ever will. There always seems to be something. It was honestly refreshing. Our relationship was all s*x. Not that we didn’t find time to have plenty of it, but that wasn’t all we did. Anna didn’t even have to be around for the two of us to find other things to do.
In the time Finch and I have been together,
