“Does that mean we can see other people?”
He laughs at that.
“Did those words just come out of your mouth? For fuck’s sake, Dia, I almost killed a guy for touching you.”
“That’s a no, then?” I tease.
He scoffs. Then his lips are on mine, searching, tasting, devouring. He kisses me in the middle of the school parking lot without a fuck given as to our audience.
This feels like more than a kiss. It feels like he’s letting the world know what we’ve known all along. I push to my tiptoes to wrap my arms around his neck, and Finn laces his bicep around my waist, leaning against my car. He pulls me with him, his hands slipping into the back pockets of my jeans possessively.
We must make out for five minutes before we disconnect, equally out of breath and stunned by what just happened.
We really did that.
Now everyone knows.
Our summer fling wasn’t just a fling, after all.
I can’t wipe the dopey grin off my face when Finn plants a final kiss on my mouth.
“I never answered your question,” he rasps against my lips.
Trapped in a daze, I struggle to make sense of his words.
“What question?”
“You asked me once to name one thing I don’t hate.”
The exact moment I asked him washes over me, the memory wedging itself at the forefront of my mind. It was the night I found him standing in the window. I told him he hated everything.
“Yeah?” I know where this is going, but I’d be mad to stop him now.
“You were right. I do hate everything.”
He kisses me again.
Then he says something I know will stick with me long after this moment is gone.
“Everything but you.”
“I made a deal with the devil without
reading it first. Of all his pretty lies,
I love you was the worst.”