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Chapter Eighteen: Bigger Things

We only had gotten a few pictures together on our double graduation day, but we didn't mind. We weren't one for hundreds of photos of ourselves.

I climbed on finnick's lap in the back of his car as we kissed with a deep, loving passion.

We both had finished our educations.

"I'm so proud of you." He told me between heated kisses.

I giggled as I held his face. He kept trying to lean in for more kisses while rubbing my hips.

"I am incredibly proud of you," I whispered to him next. "Doctor Campbell."

He grinned at how in fact he now was a doctor and we continued our kissing frenzy.

He was too incredible to not kiss.

My love was trying to get my dress off of me in the back of his shitty little Mazda in an empty parking lot.

"Honey, I'm waiting." I confessed.

He furrowed his brows. "For marriage?"

I shrugged. "I just don't think we should have sex for the first time in the back of a car."

He dug around in his pocket and held out a small, silver band. "This is the secret. Leonard gave me this promise ring to give to you when the time was right. I meant to do it earlier today, but we got swept up in everything."

"Are we promising to wait?" I asked since he brought the ring out when I had mentioned waiting.

He shook his head. "Only if you want to. I just want to promise you that I'll marry you someday."

He put the ring on me after many hot kisses.

"So you really wanna wait?" He asked as I kissed down his neck.

I rolled my eyes and sighed as I sat up. "Is it a problem? I just don't want to do it in the back of a car. I'd like it to be very special."

He shook his head. "Not a problem."

He fixed his glasses and shrugged. "If you wanted to go right now, I'd totally be down."

I laughed and held his chin. "You don't even have condoms, I bet."

He reached forward and pulled up the gearbox. Inside he pulled out a box of condoms.

"Whenever you're ready, I'm prepared." He said to me with his innocent smile.

I flicked him. "You haven't even seen me naked."

He nodded. "Could i have a peek?" He asked.

"You're Not the least bit romantic." I told him before kissing him.

I felt him move his hand down lower, onto my behind as we kissed. "Show me how to be?"

I give myself an A for effort.

When I wasn't trying to teach my love how to be romantic, I was writing a novel.

I was creating a novel about a palaeontologist that was dirt broke, yet had an incredibly power passion to dig up dinosaurs.

It may or may not have been on Finnick, but he didn't know.

Finnick had his arm around me while we were sitting in his parents house, watching a movie. We had nothing to do now that we had finished schools and Finn was waiting for job call backs.

I rubbed his shirt covered chest as we watched the movie. He kissed my temple as his sister came in and huffed at us.

She was sixteen, and very hormonal.