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And when his hands slide across my back, rubbing small circles with the pads of his fingers, I feel like everything will be okay.
“Don’t be sad, Finn,” I say. “I’m fine. It’s just a knock on the head. I got lucky.”
I don’t remember the accident. I do know Vincent survived. Lucky goat. It was one of the first things I’d asked my dad when I woke up. He also told me the car that almost hit us hit a mailbox instead and sped off. Cops never found them.
“I know you’ll be fine. You were so lucky,” he chokes out.
I nuzzle against him, letting my hands slide up and into his hair. I’m completely stretched out on top of him, my cock twitching between my legs.
Fuck…that’s new. Isn’t it?
My dick doesn’t seem to think so. It’s getting harder and harder the more I writhe around on top of him. And then my ass twinges and I wiggle until Finn’s hand stills me.
“Enough,” he murmurs softly. “Please….”
I settle down, not wanting to upset him, and then my mind starts to wander.
“Finn. Why was I walking alone out there?” I ask, having a vague inkling, but not able to piece it together.
Finn’s throat clicks loudly. “I should have been with you, but I was out…”
“Doing what?” I ask.
He pauses and then says, “Archer. Do you remember him?”
I don’t, but I have a feeling about that name. It’s a stupid name, makes me a little angry. But I don’t know why.
“I hate that name. That’s all I know,” I say, and Finn lets out a choked laugh, his hands gentle against me, continuing to stroke my lower back.
“Can I ask you something?” he says.
“Of course.”
“Do you remember us?” he asks softly, quietly as if he’s scared to bring that question to life.
“Of course I do. You’re my best friend.”
“That’s all?” he chokes out.
I tilt my chin up, my head throbbing from the movement, but still, I force my gaze to meet his. “Is there more? Because I have this feeling there’s more…”
I peek up at him, his eyes are closed, his chin trembling.
“No, Landon, there’s not more.”
“Why do you look like you’re crying?”
“It’s…it’s nothing. Don’t worry,” he manages to say, trying to reassure me, but his voice sounds off, cracked and rough. I’m not convinced that whatever happened was nothing. But my brain is aching, and my eyes are tired, so I just close them and let myself drift off to sleep.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will try and piece things back together.
* * *
My mom and dad visit, as do Logan and Theo. And there is Finn, standing in the kitchen, his head hanging between his shoulders, his face sunken, his eyes so very tired.
I woke up from my nap sprawled across him, feeling his warmth and just basking in it.
I don’t think he slept. Instead, he just held me and when I was ready to get up, he carried me to the shower and turned it on. But he didn’t stay, which…irked me. Why didn’t he stay?
