“Ah.” Andrea’s face stretches into a beaming expression. “Amazing. We won’t be gone long. Maybe a couple of hours.”
Finn hums as he eyes them suspiciously. After getting Skye’s things ready, I kiss her goodbye before she leaves with Andrea and James in her pram. The door shuts, and I spin around to face Finn, who shoves his hands into his tracksuit pockets.
“Do you think they just?—”
“They know exactly what they’re doing,” Finn chuckles as he pokes his tongue into the corner of his lip. “Sneaky fuckers.”
I brush my hair away from my face. The house is immediately quieter without Skye, and it startles me.
“You okay?” Finn asks as he walks towards me.
“Yeah,” I laugh hesitantly.
Finn hums as his eyes slowly roam my face. “Better make the most of it then, huh?”
My eyes drop down to his lips as he speaks, and I don’t know why the most inappropriate thoughts flash through my head, knowing we have an empty house and two hours to kill. But I make them evaporate for the sake of my sanity.
I clear my throat and tear my eyes away from his lips. “What should we do?”
“Are you hungry?” he asks. “I can make us a late lunch.”
I nod as I clasp my hands together despite my trembling heart. They definitely left us alone in the hopes we’ll make another baby—I’m sure of it.
My ass slides onto the stool as I watch Finn waltz around the kitchen before placing a rather luxurious sandwich in front of me. My stomach growls at the sight.
“Thank you,” I say gratefully.
“You’re welcome.”
Halfway through eating, my phone flashes up on the other side of the table beside Finn. He glances at it and his entire demeanour changes. My heart slams into my stomach as he drops his sandwich, swallows harshly, and wipes a hand over his mouth.
“What’s wrong?”
Finn’s nostrils flare as he avoids my gaze and stands up, shoving the rest of his sandwich in the bin as if he just lost his appetite.
Panic laces through me as I stare at my phone screen, but it’s gone dark.
“Finn—”
I reach for my phone and tap the screen to find a message from Alfie. My body freezes.
Alfie:
Hey, is it weird to say I miss you?
Jesus Christ.
“Finn, I?—”
Finn braces his hands on the edge of the counter, and I stare at his back as his shoulders tense. “Are you dating him?” His voice is low and shaky.
“No,” I say instantly.
“Don’t lie to me. God, please don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying.” I loop around the counter with trembling legs. “We’re acquaintances. We have a project together. That’s it.”
Finn glances at me, and the pain behind his eyes nearly knocks me over. “I saw you together on campus,” he says hoarsely. “You looked cosy and…fuck.”
