One look at my face and he says, “It’s nonalcoholic.”
How the fuck did he know?
“I didn’t ask.” I shrug like he didn’t just read my mind.
His lips curl into a small smile. “You didn’t need to.”
I hate how well he knows me. I expect him to return to his stargazing, but he doesn’t, drinking me in, his eyes loaded with heat and suppressed urges.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I say with a stern voice.
“Like what?” He plays dumb.
“Like you want me.”
He cocks an eyebrow, flashing a devilish grin. “Are you asking me to lie to you, Gem?”
My lips part but just for a moment.
Shit, am I blushing?
“I’m telling you to keep it to yourself,” I fire back.
Unfazed, Finn diverts his focus back to the sky. I have to admit the city looks insane from up here. Aveena and Xavier’s building is taller than most, its rooftop surprisingly private. Top that with a view you can’t find anywhere else and you have yourself a nauseatingly romantic spot.
A few seconds elapse before Finn asks, “Are you going to sit?”
I wrestle myself over heading back inside since today was eventful enough as it is. No, he needs to know about Chance’s brother wanting his head—well, technically, our heads.
I’m quiet as I plop down on the blanket Finn placed on the floor, which is ironic considering my mind is nothing but chaos and doubt. We spend the next few minutes staring at the sky in complete silence. I don’t know how to bring this up with him, and when my phone chimes with a new message, relief surges in my chest.
I check my locked screen, intrigued by the name on my phone.
Chance texted me.
I catch Finn looking at my phone from the corner of his eye and tilt my body to the side to open the message without him reading over my shoulder.
Chance: Thank you for coming with me today. You left a few things at my house. Is it okay if I drop them off at your place tomorrow?
He’s giving me back my things. That’s how you know it’s really over. I chew on my bottom lip, texting back, “Sounds good, thanks.” His text saddens me, and it’s not even because I loved him. I’m sad because I didn’tlove him, no matter how much I wish I had.
“Say the word and he’s dead,” Finn says in a gravelly voice.
My head snaps up, and I connect the dots in no time. He saw Chance’s name on my phone, and now I look like a sad puppy dog straight out of a cartoon. He thinks Chance hurt me, doesn’t he?
“He didn’t do anything. It was me,” I correct him, putting my phone away.
I know what he’s going to say before he even opens his mouth. “Are you two…”
I sigh. “Over? Yep. He’s dropping my things off at the apartment tomorrow.”
His hazel eyes light up at my admission. He’s not even subtle about it, sheer joy tainting his face.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
I scoff. “No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m not,” he admits without a sliver of shame.