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“I mean…thank you. For the apartment. You really saved me when I needed it most—”
He looked down, smiling sadly with a scoff. “It’s no big deal.”
“It was, Finn. It was a big deal.”
His gaze trailed up her body, causing a cold chill to dance across her skin. When his dark eyes met hers, she sucked in a breath. “Well, look,” he said finally, “if you’re going to move out, I’ll take the apartment back.”
“Right,” she said, his words catching her off guard. “Right, of course. Yes, definitely. I’d hate for you to have wasted your money.”
“I don’t care about the money, Blythe.”
“What do you care about, then?”
He paused, seeming to think about it. “Are you happy?” he asked finally.
She thought about it—about the past several months with Asher, about the nights that he’d rubbed her head when she had a headache or her feet when she’d had a long day, about the walks through Central Park, the late night movies and ice cream, the way he kissed her, the way he could make her whole body set on fire with just a touch. “Asher is a really good guy,” she told him. “He’s good to me.”
“That’s not what I asked you.”
“What are you asking, then? And why?”
“I’m asking if he makes you happy. If he’s…the one,or whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m asking if you’re settling.”
“I’m not settling,” she said quickly. “I’m happy.”
He gave her a sharp nod. “Well, look at that. Less than a year in New York and you’ve got your fairy tale after all. I guess that’s why people say it’s the place where all your dreams can come true.”
“Another nickname? I still say it’s The Big Apple.”
His eyes filled with passion, his expression growing serious. “That makes sense, too.”
“What do you me—”
“It’s filled with temptation.”
She swallowed, her throat suddenly too dry. “Are you…um, are you planning to come to the wedding? We sent your save the date to his parents’ house since we aren’t sure where you’re living.”
“Sorry, yeah, I don’t think I’m going to be making it.”
She bit her lip, giving a slow nod. “Asher will be disappointed to hear that.”
“I just think it’s best if I stay away.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Trust me, I do.”
“Okay,” she said finally. “Well, I’ll get the keys to you as soon as I move out. And…thank you again. I can’t tell you how much this,” she gestured to the apartment around her, “meant to me. How much it still does.”
“Apparently not enough,” he whispered, not moving.
“What does that mean?”
He scowled. “You know what it means, Blythe.”
“What do you want from me, Finn? What am I supposed to do?”
“Nothing,” he said firmly. “As long as you’re happy. Though something tells me you aren’t.”
