When Fin ran out on Marisol, leaving her naked on her couch, she swore she was done with him. There was no way she would forgive him, let alone see him again. But fate, or something else, had different ideas, and she ran into him again the very next day.
Instead of hating his guts and wanting him to die, Marisol finds that’s she’s still attracted to Fin. She just can’t get him out of her system. Maybe if they had one night together? Just one night and she could get over him. But will that be enough?
Only this time I cried.
Marisol, Marisol, Marisol. What am I going to do with you? When we last met up with you, Fin had just left your very naked ass on your living room couch. He ran for the hills, and you should have been done with him. But nooooo, you had to go back for one more taste. Good plan… (Complete sarcasm.) ‘Cause Fin is nothing at all like potato chips. You can totally get one taste of that mysterious man and walk away. Uh-huh. Yup.
We needed each other. Two souls floating around in the world that had grabbed on to each other for comfort.
I love the way Chelsea writes, but these little episodes are making me crazy. Just as I’m getting into one – BAM – it’s over. I realize that secretly makes you an evil genius, but it does absolutely nothing for my sanity.
Do I love Fin, or hate him? I can’t decide. He’s obviously harboring some pretty hefty secrets. He’s beginning to open up, which is a pretty substantial thing for someone like Fin. The man is a control freak, especially in the bedroom, and that’s putting it nicely. I’m a little fearful about just how kinky he can be, or has been in the past. It almost seems like he gets off on inflicting pain. We’ll all just have to wait and see what kind of skeletons come marching out of his closet.
The secret(s) he’s revealed so far seem pretty significant, and he hasn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet! Lord, he might just send me running for the hills, forget about Marisol!