I nod and exhale a gust of air, setting off to meet him.
This is it.
Time to get my heart broken.
Heads begin to turn before I’ve even reached Finn’s side. I stop in front of him, whispers rising in the halls when he grabs my forearm and starts dragging me through the crowd. I assume he doesn’t want people to see him stomp all over my heart as he guides me to an isolated corner by the cafeteria.
We stand there, staring each other dead in the eyes for a few seconds, waiting for whoever holds the courage to speak first.
“Let’s just get this over with.” I blow out a breath.
The corners of his lips twitch into a smirk.
“Gladly.”
I nearly drop my phone when his mouth collides with mine.
My back hits the wall with a thud, but all I can hear is the sound of angels singing as one of his hands flies to my face, the other spreading in my hair to deepen the kiss.
I gasp at his mouth moving with mine, and Finn uses my shock to slip his tongue past my teeth. I’m mad at him. I’m furious that he left me, but I’m also tragically happy that he’s kissing me.
How pathetic is that?
My hands are on his shoulders before I can overthink it, and I feel his entire body relax at my touch. Is that why he seemed so tense earlier? It’s like we’ve both been holding our breaths since the last time we kissed, and as heated memories of him moving inside me submerge my brain…
So does the pain of waking up alone.
No, no, Dia, snap out of it.
I smack my hands over his chest before he can rob me of my common sense and push him away. He barely stumbles back a step, stunned by my rejection, but he hasn’t seen anything yet.
Without thinking, I take a swing and strike him in the face.
Hard.
“You left me!” My voice cracks.
He’s fazed by my slap but quickly regains his composure, his hands flying to each side of my face again.
“No, no, I didn’t. Look at me.” He cages me against the wall, giving me no choice but to meet his eyes. “I didn’t fucking leave you. I went to the police station. They called me before you woke up. I had to go, Dia. I had no choice.”
A tear rolls down my cheek.
Is that really why he left?
Because the police asked him to?
“I’ll prove it to you. Want me to call the sheriff? I will.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket frantically. “He’ll tell you I was there. He’ll—”
My palm covers his to stop him from bothering the police. I have no idea why, but I believe him.
I believe he didn’t leave by choice.
“Then why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you send me a text or leave a note or—”
“Because I’m a fucking idiot,” he cuts me off. “I thought I’d be back before you woke up. And then my phone died, and I couldn’t reach you. I’m so sorry.” He exhales, pressing his lips to my forehead, then kissing every inch of my face in a gesture so disturbingly sweet that it throws me off. “I’m sorry.”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the time we spent apart finally woke him up as to what he wants.