“Eat before I change my mind.”
With that said, I put on coffee and find my seat around the kitchen island. Theo doesn’t think twice, taking a big bite and offering me a thumbs-up. I’m about to have a taste when Finn pads into the room in joggers.
He’s not wearing a shirt, like the compulsive show-off that he is, and while he does look like last night’s party kicked his ass, he doesn’t seem as hungover as Theo.
“What’s for breakfast?” Finn says, his voice husky, probably from drinking himself into the grave, and shoves a hand through his morning hair. He’s hungover and he still looks flawless. I’m starting to think the only way I’ll survive this summer is if I throw a paper bag over this boy’s head.
“Too late, bro. I got half her omelet,” Theo brags, and I suppress a smile.
Finn stares me dead in the eyes. “Damn… Guess I’ll have to find something else to eat.”
I feel my throat tighten, memories of the night in the library flashing in my mind.
“You want to know what I’m thinking about? I’m thinking about the thousand times I’ve wanted to back you into a corner and eat that pussy until you were soaking my whole fucking face.”
Every nerve ending in my body spurring to life, I break the eye contact and drive the fork into my mouth.
Did he do that on purpose?
Is he even aware of the reference?
Dia, you’re overthinking it.
“Man, you look like a bag of dicks,” Finn comments on Theo’s appearance, and I stop paying attention, minding my business.
Until…
Finn makes his way over to us and leans against the kitchen island as he talks to his buddy. That’s when I see the black stones around his wrist.
Is he wearing my bracelet?
He is.
He’s wearing my fucking bracelet.
I don’t have the guts to interrupt their conversation, so I keep the gazillion questions in my head on a leash and go rinse off my plate when I’m done. Theo follows suit, putting his dish away.
“Where are you going?” Finn asks when Theo ambles to the back door.
“To try and catch up on twenty hours of sleep. Cheerio.” Theo lifts his hand to his forehead in a salute and steps outside.
I see him make a beeline for the hammock. The words slip out of my mouth the second Theo’s out of range.
“You’re wearing my bracelet.”
Finn whisks his head to look at me.
“Good eye,” he mocks and makes his way to the fridge.
“Why?” I confront him.
He went apeshit on me for making the stupid thing, and now he’s wearing it?
“Why not?” He dodges my question, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge door and uncapping it.
“I thought that was gone?”
I distinctively remember not being able to find the bracelet when I attempted to look for it in the hallway after he threw it away. I assumed the maid had tossed it.