We didn’t go through actual hell for Jesse to show up and mess up everything.
I’ve just stepped out of the ladies’ room when my phone rings. An idiotic grin dislodges the scowl on my face when I see the caller ID.
Finn.
I press the phone to my ear. “Please tell me your night is going better than mine.”
I’m careful to hide in the isolated hallway by the bathroom to prevent people from eavesdropping. Finn laughs into the phone, his voice low and raspy.
“Meh. It’s all right. You’re not naked on the hood of my car.” I can practically hear his smirk.
“Trust me, I wish I was.” I heave a chuckle. “What are you doing?”
“Thinking about our deal,” he teases, his tone thick with lust. My cheeks heat up on cue. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I agreed to try anal. Now, I’m not saying we’re going to go all the way—the stuff looks more painful than this dinner, and that’s saying a lot. But I did agree to test the waters.
“You’re never going to let this go, are you?” I lean back against the wall.
“Not a chance.” He scoffs. “God, I can’t fucking wait to see you Friday.”
I wince at the reminder. We won’t be able to see each other until the end of the week—at least, not alone. There’s a basketball game this Friday, which means Finn has practice every single night. He’s going to be exhausted by the time the big game rolls around.
“This is going to be the longest week of my life,” I complain.
“Don’t I fucking know it. Remember, we’re all meeting at my place after the game. My dad’s giving his clowns the night off.”
I chuckle quietly. It’s about time Mr. Richards realized he was doing too much with the round-the-clock security.
“I’ll be there,” I assure him.
“You better.” I know he’s kidding, but I also have no doubt he’d find me and drag my ass to his house if I didn’t show up.
The floor creaking startles me.
I stiffen up.
It came from around the corner.
I’m not alone, am I?
“I have to go. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Not soon enough.”
The words slip out of my mouth before he hangs up. “Finn?”
“Yeah, baby?”
My stomach flips. You know you have it bad when a stupid nickname makes you blush.
“Everything but you,” I confess.
“Everything but you,” he says right back.
Then I hang up the phone and step out of my hiding spot to investigate my possible audience.
No one.
This place is old. It could just be normal building noises. I feel my smile disintegrate as I make my way back to my family’s booth. Both my dads are gone, leaving me alone with the one person I didn’t want to talk to.