“Is that all?”
Is that all?Is that all?
No that isnotall. I was still working up the courage to say the words. Give me a moment. I didn’t think he’d actually open the door.
The music must have finally caused some nerve damage because he reaches over, turning it down.For me.
I’m caught off guard for a second time.
He was looking at me, still waiting on my answer. “Yes—no ugh, I’m hungry.”
Finn rests his shoulder on the doorframe, staring at me like I was crazy. I was beginning to think I was.
“We had dinner earlier?” he says, arching a brow. “Order a pizza.”
“I don’t want pizza.”
“Go get some tacos then. Don’t all girls love tacos or some shit like that? They go crazy on Tuesdays for it.”
It took me a second, but I got his double meaning. Holding back my grin, I shove at his shoulder. “You’re a pig.”
“You wound me, lil’ sis,” Finn jokes, grabbing at his chest. A sheepish smile dancing across his face. “I have enjoyed my fair share of taco Tuesdays,” he admits, overly cocky.
“I was thinking milkshakes.”
“You know what they say about those?” he remarks, wagging his brows suggestively.
“Look, do you want any or not?”
He looks at me bleakly before raising his eyes up to the ceiling, sighing. “Let me grab my keys.”
My chest lightens when he disappears behind his door. I felt like I could land ten backflips. I had done it.
And because I felt on a little bit of a high, I holler at the space between his door and frame. “And for all that is holy in this world, grab a fucking shirt!”
Finn tucks his lips between his teeth whistling.
“I let you pick, and it looks like you can’t handle the responsibility.” He glowers as we step into the diner.
I discredit his comment knowing Hailey felt the same way her first time, but now she’s hooked.
“Shut up. The food is good.”
“Whatever you say,” he rebuttals, not sounding convinced.
Finding a seat, Finn sulks. Head down in his phone the whole time until the waitress comes back over with the food I ordered.
“Do me a favor?”
Leaning back, he crosses his arms, setting down his phone. “Haven’t you gotten your way enough tonight?”
He wasn’t wrong. I did drag him along. To be fair, I don’t have a car anymore because he decided it would look better swimming with the algae at the bottom of a lake.
But I wasn’t stupid enough to remind him of that small detail.
“Give the food a chance.”
His eyes stay guarded, still unsure. The muscles in my stomach tightened.