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“Seriously?” I chortled. “Why?”
“Didn’t want you to celebrate your graduation with water.”
“Right. The graduation. I forgot.”
He got up and approached the narrow table behind the couch loaded with drinks and clean glasses.
I watched him uncorking the bottle. He poured the wine into a glass, then picked up his own and sank onto the couch next to me.
“To Spencer, who just graduated.”
“I can’t believe it’s over.”
We clinked our glasses, and he watched me as I took a small sip. Then, with a smile, he looked at the elephant on my chest.
“How was the shower?” With the tips of his fingers, he brushed back a strand of my still wet hair from my cheek. “Did you find everything you needed?”
“It was nice. And the bathroom is as gorgeous as the rest of the house. I’ve never been in a bathroom with a glass wall and a view of the woods. The bathtub was very inviting. I booked it for tomorrow.”
“No need to book. I have the same one in my room, and they’re both yours. I rarely use it. I prefer a quick shower.”
Did he just invite me into his bedroom?
I tilted my head. “You didn’t tell me you were rich.”
“I’m not.” He shrugged. “Well, maybe a little.”
We laughed.
“You heard your mom. This house was built before I was born. I inherited it, and some other . . .” he cleared his throat, “stuff. I did furnish it, though. It was nearly empty when I first arrived. I lived at my grandfather’s place before.”
“Well, you have good taste.” I took another sip of my alcohol-free wine that tasted unexpectedly good. “So how old are you, exactly?”
“Come on, your mom made it pretty clear. But I think I have a calculator somewhere if you need to put two and two together.” He teased me.
“It’s not funny. You don’t look twenty-five. You look twenty tops.”
“After we turn twenty, our aging slows down. It’s like a human's height. Okay,” he rolled his eyes, “a human’s growth stops completely. But . . . you get the point.”
“Wow. Does that mean I’ll still look young when I’m fifty?”
His look dimmed. “Yeah.” He brushed my chin with the back of his fingers. “You’ll look as gorgeous as you look now.”
I wrapped my fingers around his palm and pulled it down.
“Finn?”
“Yeah?”
“You look worried. Just like you did the last time we talked. At the lake.”
“Did I?” He forced a smile.
“Don’t.” I put my glass down. “Don’t do that. What’s wrong?”
“Listen, of course, I’m worried. You’re about to shift for the first time, and I know that you’re scared.”
“The problem is you look scared too.”
