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Well, not good.
Wow, I am way more nervous than I thought I would be.
I begin to pace the room while Björn and Finni stare at me from the mini living room area.
Damn it…
It’s so strange talking about my feelings and all these things… but if I don’t open up to them, then this can get worse.
Okay, let’s do it.
“I called you here because you both know about Cillian, well… Finnian might know more,” I say, and Björn gasps, clutching his chest. “Still,” I ignore him and continue explaining, “the point is that you both know.”
“Alright. What do you want from us?” Finni asks, sitting on one of the couches.
“I need help because Cillian is acting strange, and I have no idea why, and it is making me go crazy,” I explain, and both of them take some time to think about what could be going on.
“Mmm… Have you snogged again?”
“No.”
“Fucked?”
“Björn!” I glare at him, and he grins.
“Oh, so asking about kissing is okay, but fucking is not?”
“No, Björn, no one has… fucked anyone.”
And thank God for that, because if my body is already aching for him this intensely, I don’t know how I’d survive if I’d already been inside him.
“Did you have a fight?”
“No,” I answer Finnian, and sigh. “Everything was great until he went to check the Rembrandt. After that, he seemed… off.”
“Do you think that annoying ex followed him in and fucked things up?”
“No. The guest was a woman. Besides, Dami, Logan, and I were outside the curator’s room. The dickish ex wouldn’t be able to get in there.”
“Has Alexios seen anythin’ on the cameras?” Finnian asks, and Björn bursts out laughing.
“Yeah, Knoxy, maybe you should ask Alexios if he’s checked the cameras—actually, please do.” Björn laughs so hard his knees buckle, and the idiot almost falls to the floor.
“Keep laughing, and I’ll tase you, asshole.”
“I don’t get it…” Finnian stares at us, confused. “Why is askin’ Alexios funny?”
“Because I might have already asked him a few times…” I say, being vague about the specifics.
“A few?!” Björn pats his chest to breathe. “Try twelve times.”
“Oh!” Finnian gasps and looks at me, grinning. “Wow, Knoxy! I had nae idea you were this intense.”
“I’m not.”
“Right…” Björn winks at me, and I flip him off.
“Fuck you, F1. You’re here to help me, not to torment me.”
