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“Finn?” My voice breaks around his name. “What… What are you doing?”
These are the first words I’ve spoken to him since the night he threw away my bracelet.
Two days went by after he went apeshit on me, and we’ve made a profession out of ignoring each other. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about his hand gripping my wrist, those deep, soulless eyes plunged into mine.
And how hard he felt against my thigh.
God…
“Finn?” I repeat when he doesn’t respond. “Answer me, or I’m calling the police.”
Then, he laughs.
He fucking laughs.
It sounded real, too, and I don’t know what to make of it until he whisks his head back and looks at me over his shoulder. There’s a barely-there smile on that wicked mouth.
“Relax, I’m not going to jump,” is all he says before returning to his stargazing.
“Great, then you won’t mind getting off the window.” I cut to the chase, but he doesn’t react.
I try again a few seconds later.
“Get off the window, Finn.”
This time, he glances back at me, and our eyes lock across the room.
“Please,” I beg, my throat aching terribly.
He thinks about it for a moment and shrugs. “Fine.”
I can’t breathe, think, or speak as I watch him take a seat where he first stood, his feet hanging in the emptiness.
“I’m telling you, you don’t know what getting a breath of fresh air feels like until you try this,” he says like me finding him standing in an open window at 3:00 a.m. is normal.
Lexie, who’s still watching her owner like a hawk, seems to decide the situation is under control because she lies down on the floor next to him.
As for me, I’m speechless.
“Are you going to say something or creep on me all night?” he taunts when my silence becomes too loud for his liking.
“You could fall.” I state the obvious.
In response, he scoffs.
“And that would be tragic, right?”
“Will you just get off the fucking window?” I nag.
Annoyed, Finn huffs. “Come here.”
My heart starts racing, but I’d rather get a fucking cardiogram than admit he’s the reason why.
“W-What?”
“Come here.” He gestures to come closer.
So, I do, my footsteps hesitant and my legs wobbly. I shiver once I reach his side, a frisky gust of wind rippling on the inside of my clothes.
