Diamond
There’s something I have to show you.
Words I was too dazed to overanalyze last night.
In my defense, Finn’s head was between my legs not even a minute before, and my brain was a big pile of goo. One look at him and I knew better than to expect a romantic picnic. He looked conflicted. Like something was eating away at him.
My guess is his sudden change of attitude is related to that thing he wants to show me. And whatever’s waiting for me at the end of this two-hour drive?
It can’t be good.
I regretted not asking him where we were going from the moment he picked me up this morning. I should’ve played detective last night, but it wasn’t easy with Finn playing with me. He said to clear my schedule, and then two seconds later, he was point-blank telling me to sit on his face.
Which… I did. Three orgasms later, I barely remembered my own name, let alone his mysterious “plans” for the next day.
We’ve been in the car for what feels like a lifetime. Finn hasn’t said much since we left, but his hand hasn’t budged from my thigh, his fingers wrapped around my flesh possessively.
The last time he was this quiet, Lexie had just died, and we were parked in the springs’ parking lot, waiting for the crime scene cleaners to finish up. I’ve cracked a few jokes here and there, desperate to ease the tension, and he laughed every time, but it felt forced. I know Finn. He’s freaking the fuck out right now.
The question is, why?
I’m about to drop the act and drill him with questions when a town sign catches my eye in the distance. It grows bigger with each mile we cover, my anxiety trying to snuff out the air in my lungs, and I convince myself that I read the name wrong.
No.
We can’t be where I think we are.
Until we get close enough for me to discern the letters plastered to the old sign.
Welcome to Redwater.
It’s true.
We’re really here.
In the town where I was born.
The town where my foster home was.
This is where our parents found Jesse and me.
I immediately whip my head toward Finn, my mouth falling open as I rack my brain for an explanation. Why would he bring me here? What could he possibly need to show me in this wretched town? Finn’s hand tightens around my thigh, and he steals a glance in my direction, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
“What are we doing here?”
“We’re just two minutes away.”
“That’s not what I asked,” I point out.
“Just… trust me, okay?” is all he says.
He’s starting to scare me.
“Finn, what’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you everything when we get there, I promise.”
I consider my options for a moment and decide to wait it out. It’s not like I have the leverage to demand an immediate answer. What am I going to do? Threaten to jump out of the car?