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Chapter 32 by micdan282 micdan282

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Making Amends

The knock at her door wasn’t loud but it cut through Rikki like a blade. She knew it was him before she even looked through the peephole. Finn always knocked like he didn’t want to startle anyone, like he was worried about being a bother even when he had every right to show up. Rikki opened the door. There he was, hands jammed in his pockets, eyes soft and cautious. He looked like he hadn’t slept well, and when their eyes met, his face cracked with something halfway between hope and apology.

“Hey,” he greeted her.

“Hey.”

A pause.

“Can I come in?”

She hesitated, just long enough to feel it and then stepped aside. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.” He entered slowly, like the place was unfamiliar to him. Rikki closed the door and leaned against it, arms crossed. “You didn’t have to come.”

“I know,” he said, turning to face her. “But I wanted to.” She didn’t answer. Just looked at him, heart tight, stomach clenched.

“I’ve been thinking about what I said,” Finn continued. “About you being distant. About the bruises and the secrets. I was angry, and I was hurt, but I shouldn’t have come at you like that.”

“You weren’t wrong,” Rikki said softly.

He took a step closer. “I don’t need you to be perfect, Rikki. I just need you to let me in sometimes. Let me care about you without feeling like I’m asking too much.”

She looked down, her voice barely audible.

“It’s... hard.”

“I know,” he said. “But I’m here. I want to make it work. If you still do.”

There it was, the lifeline. The part of her that was still tethered to something good. Something solid.

Rikki nodded slowly. “I want that too.”

Finn let out a breath, like he’d been holding it for days, and reached for her. She didn’t flinch. She let him pull her into a hug, arms warm and familiar around her. She closed her eyes. Her mind flashed to Lawrence. His hands, his mouth, the things they’d done in this very apartment. Guilt surged, bitter and hot in her throat. She wanted to confess, to purge it, to bleed it out like poison. But she didn’t.

It was one night, she told herself. It was a mistake. I deserve to have something good, even if I screwed up.

So she kept the secret, let Finn kiss her temple and let him stay the night.

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