Sunday Finnegan is the definition of chaotically detailed. She is powered by coffee thanks to her addiction of reading smutty books till 3am, cheerfully goofy and optimistic to a fault.
She's fresh out of Quantico and already has her first big girl...
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The sun streams in through my window my head resting on Spence' s chest as he holds our hands up comparing them.....studying how much smaller my hand is compared to his. Every so often he would lean in to kiss the top of my head telling me he loves me for the millionth time, my heart fluttering every single time he does.
I never really thought I could have a life like this. One where love found me so unexpectedly. I spent the last few years trying to find peace...safety....and I finally found it in him, my safe haven.
He intertwines our fingers together, my head tilting up to meet my favorite shade of brown. I love how his eyes change colors slightly depending on what he wears. Green and purples bring out the hazel in his eyes but brown and blues bring out his light brown. I lean up to brush my lips softly against his, a smile tilts the corner of his lips.
"You're pretty much stuck with me now" I tell him.
"Promise?" He asks. I slip out of his hand before holding up my pinky to him. He looks at me for a moment then brings his hand up to link our pinkies together in a pinky promise.
"Forever." I vow, his smile growing. I swear I could see it....the happiness filling his entire body. "Forever" He whispers back before he launches himself on me peppering my entire face in kisses. My giggles filling the small space of my bedroom. He pulls back moments later, his eyes locked on mine. I run my fingers through his hair, his body weight pressing me into the mattress. "She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes." He just recited Lord Byron to me. God he was perfect.
Recite any poem or literary masterpieces to a literature major and you'll have their heart forever.
Our phones go off on my nightstand. Spence reaches to grab them as we check our text messages seeing it's Pen letting us know we needed to get to the office asap for a new case. My hands run slowly up his body before wrapping around the base of his neck and pulling him into a kiss that steals my breath.
We can be a little late.
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