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Once they’re gone, Finn deflates. “How the fuck are people talking already?”
“Want me to find out?” Genna touches his arm. I feel a sudden pang of jealousy, but why the hell would I be jealous? They’re close friends, and besides, Genna’s not into guys.
It isn’t a romantic jealousy. It’s more about their intimacy, their friendship. I’ll never have a history like that with Finn, or at least I won’t for a long time. We’re husband and wife, but really, I don’t know anything about the guy, and he doesn’t know me.
In some ways, that’s exciting. It’s a blank slate.
But it’s also terrifying, and I’m jealous that Genna has it with him.
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with it.”
She nods, lets him go, and comes over to give me a hug. “Night’s over,” she murmurs. “Good meeting you.”
“I should go too then.” Kathryn hugs me tightly. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine. I’ll text you.” I hold onto her longer than I normally would, and when she breaks apart, I feel extremely alone.
She smiles at me before following Genna outside.
Leaving me with Finn.
He’s staring out at the back door, not really seeing anything. I want to go to him, comfort him, do something to ease this tension. But the moment I move, his eyes snap to me, and narrow in a strange, intense glare.
“It’s late and you’re pregnant. You need rest.”
“Finn, if you need to talk—”
“Let’s go to bed.” He turns away, toward the steps.
I hesitate. I don’t know if he means bed in separate rooms or bed together, or what, but the tension of his shoulders suggests he doesn’t want to be alone tonight.
And I don’t either.
Weirdly, those stories Genna told made me want to know him more.
“All right, let’s go,” I say, slipping my hand through his arm.
There’s a moment of surprise, but then his knowing smile drive me absolutely fucking crazy. I bat him away, jaw working, and he laughs.
“Did you just swat at me like an unruly puppy?”
“Only because you were humping my leg like one.”
He barks another laugh, but this time, he grabs my hand, pulling me into him. I let out a soft yelp, staring up into his face.
“You’ll know it when I’m coming on to you, love,” he says, and a shiver runs down my spine at that word.
We’re much closer than I’d like, but at least he seems calmer now. “No sex, remember?”
“Maybe,” he murmurs. “But I think you should sleep with me tonight. We’re husband and wife now, aren’t we? Might as well try to get used to each other.”
“Can you keep your hands to yourself?”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Finn.”
“Yes, love, I’ll keep my hands to myself, at least until you beg me not to.”
