Dumbass
If I was fucking you, Cherry, I wouldn’t just be a lucky man, I’d be a fucking four-leaf clover, horseshoe and rabbit’s foot all rolled into one.
“Hold up,” Wren chimes in. “I don’t really want the details because he’s my brother…but are you two not fucking yet?”
“Umm…” Words desert me, and I end up scrambling for something to say. “Well…not as far as that, no, but ya know…we…um…do…ya know…stuff.”
Wren watches me like I’ve just told her that I’ve decided to shave off all my hair and go live in a yurt in the woods.
“What the hell do the two of you do when you’re alone?” She holds up a hand before I can reply. “No, scratch that, I have a better question: what the hell do you do when you’re horny?”
With wide eyes, I give a weak shrug and say, “Stuff.”
“Wow.” She doesn’t know what to do with this information, and to be honest, neither do I. That was the most awkward way I could have spoken about our sex life; or lack thereof.
What fails to escape me is the disappointment that creeps its way inside of me. I suppose something should since Finn isn’t.
My phone buzzes once more.
Dumbass
Tick tock, Cherry. There are fruity lives at stake over here.
I look at my best friend pleadingly. With a roll of her eyes, she waves me off. “Go.”
I squeal and give her the biggest hug and kiss that was supposed to be for her cheek, but she moves at the last second and I end up getting her slap bang on the mouth. Oh, well, not the first time.
I’m at the door of her house, car keys in hand, when she calls out, “But if I don’t hear that something found its way inside of you by tomorrow, I won’t ever forgive you!”
“Still your brother we’re talking about!”
The last thing I see before closing the front door is Wren’s distraught expression.
* * *
By the time I pull up to my house, the summer sun has almost fully set, bright orange slowly melting into purple as the moon takes its rightful place.
When I left Wren’s house, I was filled with excitement at the thought of a slice of Lori’s cherry pie. I’m in her bakery at least once a week. If I lived in Eaglewood, it would definitely be more.
However, that excitement has morphed into a bundle of nerves and anxiety that is sitting in my stomach, making it lurch from one side to another. Being intimate with Finn has of course been something I’ve thought about, more so recently. Every time he rests a hand on my lower back or manages to find that one bit of exposed skin on my body to draw on and tease, it makes me wish we were alone. Yet, when we are alone, it’s as if he avoids doing those very things. It makes me wonder if he’s interested in that side of things, and something tells me to doubt it. Why else would he refrain from touching me like that unless he’s trying to let me know that those touches and teasers are simply acting?
With a deep breath, I step out of my car with shaky legs. I lock my car and hold my bag tightly to my side as I walk up my walkway. Before I can even pull out my keys, Finn has the door open, standing to the side with a smile on his face and a welcoming arm out.
“About time you got here,” he says, a smile that could melt butter stretching his lips.
“Sorry, I was attempting to get myself out of a situation I created with your sister.”
His smile falters. “What happened?”
“She was reading the messages the whole time and she saw your message about being more than lucky if, you know, we were fucking, so she asked if we were sleeping together and I…freaked out.”
Amusement swims in his dark eyes, but his face remains calm and neutral. “And according to my darling little sister, are we sleeping together?”
“We are tonight.” The words come out shaky and breathless.
Finn’s eyebrow almost meets his hairline. “Interesting.”
My heart rate picks up. “You find it interesting?”
