“No need to yell, Gem. I’m right here.”
I stop moving and convince myself that I imagined it all. Until the bathroom door closes with a thud, and I withdraw my hand from between my legs.
Please don’t let this be real.
I reach for the shower curtain and pull on it, peeking my head out. I almost die of embarrassment at the sight of Finn leaning against the door with his gym bag drooping from his shoulder. I was right. He was at the gym, but he doesn’t look sweaty or like he just worked out, which leads me to believe that he showered after he was done.
“Finn, what the fuck are you doing?” I shriek, using the shower curtain as a barrier between his eyes and my naked body. My gaze drops to his pants as soon as I finish speaking, and my stomach clenches at his hard cock stretching the fabric to the limit. How long has he been here, listening to me touch myself? Also, was his thing always this big? I don’t remember him being small—far from it—but Jesus.
“You called, I came.” His eyes are searing with the same desire as the night on the rooftop.
My cheeks turn scarlet.
Finn chews on the inside of his cheek, flashing a knowing smile. “By all means, don’t stop on my account.”
I suck in a breath, turning the shower off before stretching my arm out to grab my towel from its hook.
“Get out!” I step out of the shower once I’ve wrapped the towel around my body.
Unbothered, he shrugs. “Nah.”
Is he serious?
“I said get the fuck out,” I snap.
He cocks an eyebrow. “Why?So you can keep moaning my name while you rub one out? Not a chance in hell.”
Asshole.
“I wasn’t touching myself. I…” My voice trails off. “It’s none of your business what I was doing. Get. Out.”
He blatantly ignores my command. “I thought we could finish the conversation we had on Friday.”
“Now?” I spit, gesturing to my attire.
He cocks an eyebrow. “Yeah. Why not?”
I’m going to smother this boy.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m naked.”
He gives me a once-over, moving closer and cutting off my airways in the process. “Trust me, I’ve noticed.”
I feel the need to tighten the knot in my towel. Those eyes… They’re so piercing it’s like I’m afraid they can see through any layer.
“Get out before I scream bloody murder and the neighbors call the cops,” I threaten.
He hesitates for a moment, torn between believing me and calling my bluff.
“Take it back and I’ll go.”
“Take what back?”
His jaw muscles quiver. “You know what.”
A laugh rips from my throat when I put the pieces together.
“That’s what this is about? Your bruised ego?”