Page 30 of Dirty Little Secret


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“Not what I meant,” she says after I pull away from the curb, heading toward our apartment. I can tell she’s had a few too many glasses of wine, which means her lips are looser than normal. I prefer to be right there with her when she’s like this, but I barely finished one glass.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What did you mean?”

“Do you really think Julian is that stuck up? That he wasn’t poking at Finn to distract Max?”

The thought crossed my mind, but I brushed it off. Those two argue over food more than any two people I’ve ever met. Yes, Julian’s mother is a professional chef, and he certainly has her talent, but Finn is no slouch in the kitchen. He can hold his own. I always preferred family dinners at his house over ours when we’d get together. Mary, Finn’s mom, is a wonderful cook, and I loved watching her teach Finn.

“Do you think Max is on to us already?”

“I think Max has been on to you guys for years but now that you’re actually a thing, it’s hard not to see the subtle changes in your relationship. To feel the shift. You guys need to tell him sooner rather than later. The longer you wait the harder it’s going to be and the angrier he’s going to get when he finds out you’ve been keeping it a secret from him.”

Fuck!

We need a better plan.

As soon as we’re home, I shoot Finn a text to let him know.

FINN: Thanks again for cooking with me tonight.

ME: Anytime.

How do I start this conversation with him without freaking him out? I don’t think there is a way. It’s not like I want to break up with him, if that’s even something I could do at this point. It’s not like we put a title on what’s going on between us though the things he says to me make me wonder if we need one.

I’m his. Nothing else matters.

And for all intents and purposes, he’s mine. Or at least I want him to be.

ME: We need to talk. (yes, I know how that sounds but I couldn’t figure out how else to say it)

FINN: Do you want me to come over for this?

ME: I’d rather not do it over text.

FINN: Give me an hour. I don’t want to leave yet. Max is watching me like a hawk. I’ve been showing him stupid cat memes so he didn’t get suspicious why I was on my phone.

ME: That’s exactly what we need to talk about. We’re busted.

FINN: Thirty minutes. He’s headed to bed. I want to be alone with you anyway.

ME: Just don’t make it obvious.

FINN: I’m staying the night.

ME: That would make it obvious.

FINN: Still staying. See you in a bit, love.

Damn him. He’s going to get caught and then what?

Oh, by the way, Max, we’ve been humping like bunnies for a while now. Thought you should know.

Max is going to kill him.

Punctual as always, thirty minutes later I hear the rumble of Sasha’s engine outside. Opening the front door, I watch as he climbs the stairs, taking them two at a time. When he sees me standing in the doorway, his grin grows.

“Well, hello, beautiful. Are you waiting for me?”

“Are you the stripper I ordered? You look nothing like your picture,” I joke.

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