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Chapter Six
Finley
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The way he looks atme makes me feel stripped bare. Like he can see every part of me with just one sweep of his eyes. It’s unsettling and yet so refreshing–to feel like someone can see you for the first time. I mean,reallysee you.
It’s like I’ve been invisible my entire life. Until now.
“So what’s the verdict?” Abel pulls my back to his front, his forearm pressing across the top of my chest, as he lets a large group of people pass us.
The concert ended moments ago and while some people are still standing around talking, most have begun to make a mad dash for the door.
“They were incredible,” I say, turning when he releases his hold on me. “Best first concert ever.”
“This was your first concert?” He hits me with a surprised look.
“It was.”First and probably last, the voice in my head reminds me, causing my stomach to twist.
I push the thought away. Tomorrow I can deal with what happens next. Tonight I want to live in this moment with Abel. A perfect moment. One I couldn’t have dreamt up even if I’d tried.
“Well I wish I would have known that.” He entwines his fingers with mine and pulls me alongside him as we head for the door.
“Wouldn’t have changed anything, would it have?” I question.
“I guess not,” he admits, lifting our joined hands to lay a light kiss to the back of mine.
My heart flips inside my chest.
We stop at coat check on our way out and Abel helps me into my jacket before sliding on his own. I swear, right when I think I’ve got him figured out he throws me another curve ball.
He screams player, with his sultry smile and bedroom eyes. But then he does the most unexpected and sweet things; like helping me into my coat, holding open the door for me, and kissing the back of my hand like we’re part of some cheesy old movie where chivalry is still very much alive. And when he looks at me? My god, I can’t even begin to process the way that makes me feel.
I could spend years trying to break it down and dissect it and even then I don’t think I’d have an answer. I feel like I’m living in one of the many stories I’ve read, because men like Abel only exist in fiction. But he’s here and he’s real and I want to pinch myself to make sure this isn’t some kind of wild and crazy dream.
“SojustFinley.” He waits until we step out into the cold night air before turning toward me.
“So,” I breathe out, rocking back on my heels. “Where to next?”
“You mean you aren’t sick of me yet?” he teases.
“Not quite.” I crinkle my nose playfully. “Got any other surprises up your sleeve? I gotta say, it’s gonna be hard to top this one.” I gesture back toward the building we just exited.
“I might have a few ideas.” He winks, pulling me toward the curb where a bright yellow taxi is sitting. “Your chariot awaits.” He grins, pulling open the back door.
“When did you have time to call a cab?” I give him a questioning look as I climb into the backseat.
He slides in next to me and shuts the door and I’m thankful to not have to stand out in the cold any longer. Less than two minutes and already the tips of my fingers are numb.
“I did it while you were in the bathroom. Figured you’d rather not walk.”
“Good call.” I smile, snapping my seat belt in place right as he does the same. “Any chance that our next stop includes food?” I add when my stomach grumbles loudly.
Based on the humor that floods his face I’d wager he heard it too.
“Hungry, are we?”
“Starving, actually,” I admit, realizing that other than the muffin I ate earlier, I’ve put nothing in my stomach other than water and three sugary cocktails.
