Page 65 of Always Him

But Finn looks a little frantic, biting on his lip and eyeing me warily.

“What?” I ask, tossing the tissue toward the trashcan and missing by a mile.

Meh.

But he doesn’t respond, just keeps those sexy lips of his zipped up.

I run my finger across the crease in his forehead, trying to soothe his worry.

“Stop worrying.”

“I can’t help it.”

I press a kiss to his nose and hop onto the ground, wobbling slightly before turning around and washing my hands, doing my best to keep my bandaged finger out of the water.

When I turn back around Finn’s put back together, his pants fastened and his hair combed back into submission.

I kind of miss messy Finn. I’d rather he be wrecked and ruined for me.

He wears it so well.

“Come on,” I say, pushing the door open and striding as quietly as I can to my bedroom. Inside, Finn moves to the dresser and rummages around inside.

“You only have sweats.”

I flop down onto the bed. “Put them on me, Finn.”

He shakes his head but does as I ask. But then we get distracted, his lips gliding against mine. “That was an accident,” he mutters before doing it again. And then his tongue is in my mouth and I suck on it happily.

It’s ages before we actually return to the kitchen, me feeling overly flushed and giddy.

My mom arches an eyebrow at me.

“Do I want to know why you have different pants on? And why you’re smiling like that?” she asks.

“Uh,” I begin and then shrug. “I got…blood all over them. Just spurting and gushing everywhere…”

My mom’s eyebrows rise and Finn just nudges me. “You’re playing it up too much. Just act normal.”

“Do we need to take you to the hospital?” she asks.

I shake my head. “Nope! I’m fine.”

My mom eyes us as my dad covers the crock pot and clasps his hands in front of his apron-covered torso.

Hi, Hungry. I’m Dad,it reads.

“Who’s ready for mini golf?” he beams, bouncing slightly on his feet.

Vincent bleats loudly when my dad holds out the leash.

“Not the fucking goat, Basil,” my mom mutters.

Vincent bleats again sadly, and my dad gives my mom a look that has her fidgeting on her feet.

“Fine,” she says, “but if he eats something he shouldn’t and we get banned, I will be pissed. You know how I love my mini golf.”

My dad perks up and Finn glances at me.

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