Page 11 of Forever Finn
“Seriously?” Finn asks in surprise. “They have those?”
We both nod.
“So, are you coming down to Sully’s with us?” Jesse asks again, and my gaze flicks to Finn.
“Uh…”
“You’re welcome to join us.” Finn offers. “I need someone vaguely normal to balance out the equal displays of nauseating affection and razor-sharp sarcasm,” Finn explains nonchalantly, seemingly more relaxed now he’s realised I’m not going to out him for having his tongue stuck down my throat the night before last…
Dammit… I need to stop thinking about that, I mentally curse as my stomach clenches at the memory.
“Sure.” I shrug as insouciantly as possible.
This man is not for me, I just need to keep reminding myself. After everything that happened back home in Toronto with James, I’d sworn off closeted men, and I have absolutely no desire to be someone’s dirty little secret ever again. When you add into the equation that Finn apparently has a long-term girlfriend, it puts him way off limits, high on a shelf locked in a box labeled DO NOT TOUCH.
“I’m just going to grab my jacket,” I tell them. “I’ll meet you out front.”
Not waiting for a response, I turn and head back out of the room, feeling the heat and weight of Finn’s gaze burning into my back. It leaves a tingling feeling skittering down my spine and a weird fluttering in my stomach.
Oh no you don’t. I mentally admonish myself as I head down the corridor and into my exam room. This is not the time to be catching curiosity for someone. I don’t care how gorgeous he is, how wounded he looks, or how he can kiss like a god damn porn star. Yes, okay, I can admit the guy pushes all of my buttons into the ‘ON’ position, but this has disaster written all over it.
I quickly wash my hands and grab my jacket, stalking back through the practice to the main entrance where the three of them are waiting. Well, I say waiting… Jesse has his mouth plastered to his husband’s while Finn looks caught somewhere between amused and awkward.
“For god’s sake, Jesse, will you put him down.” I sigh loudly in exasperation. “You don’t know where he’s been.”
“Au contraire.” Jesse pulls back, his arms still wrapped around Deak’s neck and grins. “I know exactly where he’s been. In fact, this morning he had his mouth—”
“Nope.” I cut him off.
“And then he—”
“Ah ah.” I shake my head.
“But…”
“Sssh.” I silence him before turning toward Finn. “See what I have to put up with.” I tell him dryly, and he chuckles, pulling away from the wall.
Jesse and Deak set off toward Sully’s, chatting companionably with Finn. The rain once again hovers on the air, a fine briny mist filled with the scent of the sea, and I have to admit it’s one of the things I enjoy about the bay. I wasn’t sure how I’d take to life in a quaint little British seaside town, but the longer I’m here, the more the place is growing on me.
I left Toronto because of James, and, at the time, I figured I just needed some space. I thought that after enough time had passed, I’d more than likely return. The strange thing is, although I grew up in the city, I love it here. I love the community, the quirky locals, and the bay itself. I even like the unpredictable and often inclement weather. Even though I've only been here a few months, I don't feel homesick at all.
“Hey.” Finn suddenly appears beside me.
I look up, startled from my thoughts to find he’s slowed his pace, dropping back to walk beside me as Deak and Jesse stride ahead.
“Hey,” I say awkwardly.
It’s weird because I’ve never been particularly tongue-tied around a guy, but there’s just something about Finn.
“Look.” He grasps my arm, gently pulling me to a stop and glancing up ahead to make sure there’s enough distance between us and the others that his voice won’t carry on the wind. “I uh…” He rakes his hand through his damp, messy dark hair and pulls in a slow breath. “I just wanted to say thanks… you know, for not saying anything to Deak and Jesse about the other night.”
“Forget it.” I shrug, ignoring the hot, hard ball of discomfort that’s settled in my stomach. “It’s your business if you don’t want anyone to know you’re into guys.”
“It’s not that, it’s just that…” He frowns in frustration. “It’s complicated.”
“I imagine it probably is,” I reply flatly. “Considering you have a girlfriend, who you didn’t mention when you had your tongue in my mouth and were grinding on my dick.”
His eyes flash with heat as we stand in the misty rain, remembering. Wrapped around each other, hot skin gliding, cocks hard and wanting, the moans and sighs as we devoured each other’s mouths ravenously. The chemistry between us had been somewhere up in the stratosphere, and it just plain sucks that the one person I’ve found that makes me feel like no one else has is the one person I can’t have.